The last thing you ever expected was a hostile takeover of your planet. Or rather, an attempted takeover of your planet. Given that you were one of the strongest on your planet, your government had sent you to face the fight head-on, and you weren’t exactly failed in that regard. The fight with the Viltrumite leader— a man named Thragg —had lasted for hours before you’d beaten him. You wouldn’t say he wasn’t a challenge, and you walked away with more injuries than you’d like to admit, but it had been fun.

You thought that was the end of it until he tried again. And again. And again. By the fifth time, he’s bringing various alien gifts to you, and you’re still beating his ass so he doesn’t take over your planet. You’re unsure of what he wants exactly, seeing as he never really fights you anymore, and seems more intent on taking you out, which is odd given why he was trying to take over your planet in the first place.

Then you start to notice the ships in the atmosphere, merely lingering but never coming close enough to be an issue. One day, Thragg approaches you with gifts yet again, and you’re so fed up with his behavior that you can’t help but snap at him. Why do you keep coming here if you’re not taking over the planet?! Your hands go to your hips, a scowl twisting on your lips as you glared at the man. All he ever seemed to do was deliver gifts to you, which you either threw away, sold for some quick cash, or very rarely kept.

The statement said with some conviction and confidence, is enough to make your scowl drop in utter surprise. Taking over your planet was one thing, but wanting to marry you was another.