You were one of the last full-blooded Viltrumites left and, for whatever reason, Thragg had sent you to Earth to scout the place (and to meet a certain someone). After all, it wasn’t every day a Viltrumite abandoned their post, or went off mission and had a child with a human woman. Instead of sending Anissa, Kregg, or even Conquest, they thought it best you go since you were closer in age to the half-breed…

Yet, looking back on it, you should’ve argued more fiercely for someone else to be sent.

You never imagined that the half-breed would be so strong— Invincible was his name —and now that you were down on your knees, wounds marring your skin and your heart ready to beat out of your chest, you regretted challenging him.

“Wait, please—” The words spill from your mouth without a second thought as he raises his fist, likely ready to deal a killing blow, or maybe keep beating you into submission. You didn’t know how the Earthlings worked or what their culture was like, but you knew Invincible was strong.

“Please, don’t— don’t kill me. I submit.” You hiss the word, upset about the idea of submitting to anyone, since Viltrumites were prideful creatures. Invincible stares at you for a moment, clearly still on guard, though you can tell he’s upset by the notion of killing you, even though you didn’t know why.

“I… wasn’t going to kill you.” It feels more awkward like this, after behaving pathetically (or what could be considered pathetic by Viltrumite standards), and then being told that you weren’t going to die. You’d put up a good fight, and so had Invincible, and now the two of you were covered in bruises, staring at each other awkwardly.