I wrote this from what seems like ages ago. I like to think I'm a better writer now.
Cold Empty Throne
“Hurry, Gunther!” the Ice King yells. “We gotta get this place cleaned up before Marceline gets here!”
The Ice King is very happy right now. Because its so nice to have someone willingly come over. The princesses he brings home don't ever seem happy to be with him; not that it really bothers him all that much.
But Marceline not only visits because she wants too. But also enjoys being with him. Not only that, she even invites him to her place. Whenever she's around she usually sings songs, plays basket ball with him and his two best bros, Finn and Jake, and even tells stories.
The Ice King looks over too his little prison cell making sure there are no princesses.
They can be such a mood spoiler sometimes. Besides, Marceline would just set them free anyway.
“Hey, I'm here old man!” Marceline calls while floating into the Ice King's home.
“Oh, hello Marceline!” The Ice King responds.
“So I was thinking we should play some basket ball with the guys again and then we can watch Heat Signature and maybe I'll let you listen to my new song.” Marceline says while she pets some of the penguins in the room.
“Oh, sure Marceline, that sound rad!” Ice King says not sounding cool in any way. He's about to take off with her when he remembers something. “Hang on a sec. I got something you'll want to see,” Ice King heads over to a old suit case full of VHS tapes. “So I remembered how you like seeing all those old pictures I have, so you'll love this.”
As Marceline looks at his back, as he fumbles with the suit case's locks. She thinks about the man trapped inside him. She thinks about how kind that man was. How caring. How loving. How fatherly. And she looks at the man that he is now.
She hopes that the man she loved like a father is still in there. That’s why she visits him. That’s why she's so kind to him. And that’s why she said what she said.
“...Simon,” the Ice King shows no reaction. “Simon!” He looks over to see who she's talking too. “Simon!” she says again, grabbing his shoulder and turning him to face her so he knows she's talking to him.
He doesn't know who she's talking too for a second, but then he remembers the name. But not in the way Marceline hoped. “For the last time, I do not have such a nerdy name!” Ice King says to a now sad Vampire.
This was it. This was the last straw.
“...Your not him,” Marceline says with a spiteful growl.
“Yeah, I know I'm not him,” Ice King replies not realizing the pain he's inflicting. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I'm not this pffft Simon nerd, I'm the King of ice!”
“Yes, you are,” Marceline is caught between anger and sadness. She is either on the verge of tears or ripping off the Ice King's head. But even though she hates the form he's trapped in, she still can't bring herself to hurt him.
She turns around and heads for the door. “Waow, hang on Marceline, why ya leaving? Was it something I sa--”
“SHUT UP!!!” Marceline screams, her face morphing to match her emotion. “I DON'T WANT TO HANG OUT WITH YOU!!!” She's finally had enough. She remembers why she told him to stay away the first time. Then he came back and caused all these bad feelings.
“...I hate you.”
Her words hung in the air. She couldn't have said them more calmly. She looks at the Ice King's face and sees what might be hurt. Before he says anything she flies out of his kingdom. She tries to hold in her tears until she gets home. She does not succeed.
I'm going to bring you back, Simon. No matter the cost. I will find you.
The Ice King doesn't understand. Not about her saying she hates him. He's been told that, and many similar things, before by the princesses he loves so much. He always shrugged it off. He new they didn't mean it. So why? Why is it that when a queen says it, his makeshift heart of sinew and candy aches so much?
. . .
“I just don't get it,” The Ice King murmurs to himself as he gets ready for bed. “I got, like, five princesses and I'm still not happy!”
It's been a rough few days for Ice King. He's been depressed ever since Marceline yelled at him. And he doesn't know how to fix that. He's tried kidnapping princesses. But that isn't working. He's tried writing his fan fiction. But he can't come up with anything good. He's even tried talking to Marceline. But she hasn't been at her house and he doesn't know where else to look.
As he lays down to go to sleep he figures a way to make himself happy again. “I know! I'll kidnap Bubblegum tomorrow! Yes, that always cheers me up.”
. . .
That night my dreams are a bunch of dark blurs. I can't see much. I see Marceline, Finn, Jake, and Princess Bubblegum. But that’s no shock I'm always dreaming about her. I hear a lot of sounds too. Screaming, someone crying, laughter, and Marcelines singing. The thing though is how weird I feel. I don't really know what it is. I feel so, not cold.
I'm starting to wake up. That’s good. The dream started to make me feel bad anyway.
. . .
“--Forever,” Marcelines sobs hugging the Ice King as he wakes. He looks around confused. Finn and Jake are here at the Ice Kingdom. They look sad.
No, this isn't My Kingdom.
The land is covered in ice and snow. But this is not the Ice King's domain.
As Marceline continues sobbing on the Ice Kings shoulder, he asks “What did I miss, exactly?”