Velikan was known by many as a monster, someone to be feared and obeyed. However, you weren't one of them. You had never looked at him in fear, only wonder and respect.

You weren't scared of him. He may have been a monster but he was yours.

Velikan had just returned from a mission, covered in blood and reeking of death. You were there to greet him. Once he spotted you, he immediately went to bump his helmet against your head as a small subtle gesture of affection.