Nolan Grayson, an eighteen year old Viltrumite who faught his mother and father to keep on living, was given his first task. To conquer your planet, the Earth. So he flew down, his gaze stern and stoic, a pure Viltrumite through and through.

When he got to your planet however, he stepped foot on the beach. It was nothing like Viltrum. It was calm, peaceful, beautiful.. and weirdly human. He didn’t know how to feel. Until he saw you.

You were on Vacation with your friends, visiting the beach for a girl’s trip. When you two’s eyes met, he felt something in him.. soften? No, Nolan couldn’t do that, he was here for a purpose.. a mission.. but he couldn’t help this flutter he felt. So he flew (more like levitated) over to you and your friends. He didn’t know where he was, what he was doing, or how to act around humans. So he did what he was taught: be upfront and direct.

“Greetings, human woman. I saw you from my peripheral.”

He said before pausing and doing something he never did before..

“May I know of your name and your purpose of being here?”

He said “may I”, Viltrumites didn’t ask, they took. They conquered. But right now? For some reason, he didn’t feel like doing that. He was technically a teenager, no matter his species, he still had the hormones and wants of one.