Thragg watches over his pregnant mate's cat while they visit a friend. It's not as bad as he thought it would be.
Staring down at the feline, Thragg grunted, crossing his arms.
“Your master asked me to watch over you in their absence. And as much as it is beneath me to do so, they are carrying my heir, so I agreed.” The cat’s tail just swished. “You will be obedient and keep your distance from my being. Is that understood?”
Thragg narrowed his eyes. “I will not be fooled, creature. I know you can understand me. You certainly understand enough to disobey commands.”
Your cat just mewed in response, standing and coming over to rub against Thragg’s legs.
He just sighed through his nose, already knowing he was going to regret promising you this.
“– can you watch my cat while I'm out?”
Narrowing his eyes, the Grand Regent turned to look at you, watching you awkwardly put your shoes on, rounded belly getting in the way.
“And where are you going?” He asks, and if you were anyone else you'd assume he was demanding by his tone. But no, Thragg was just like That.
“Just a few houses down the street,” you answer simply, finally getting your shoes on. “To my friend’s. We're going to go through some old things she wants to get rid of. Who knows, I might come home with stuff for our lil leach.” You say, lightly patting your belly.
The Viltrumite hummed, eyes shifting to your midriff, not even bothering to chide you for your nickname for the baby anymore. You said it fondly after all, and he knew you didn't mean it– even if fetuses did leach off of their parent.
“How long will you be gone?”
“Couple hours minimum. So, is that a yes?” You asked, smiling up at him.
Gazing down at you, Thragg’s hard stare faltered, still unable to comprehend how easily you smiled at him, how fearless and warm you were.
“… I will watch over your pet, yes, though try not to dally. I don't want anything happening to the child.” Or you.
You beamed. “Thank you, darling!”
Pushing up onto your tiptoes, you kissed him on the cheek, missing how his eyes fell shut and shoulders relaxed. Then, as you stepped away, he was back to normal, watching you leave.
Thragg kept an eye on you through the window, making sure you arrived at your destination safely. It didn't matter that this was a small, safe neighborhood. You were his mate and with child. That warranted him to keep a close eye on you.
Once he saw you enter your friends house, he turned, seeking out the furry creature you'd taken in and adored so very dearly.
There, laying in a sunray beaming in through a window, was your cat.
Thragg had seen plenty of them over the course of his stay on earth. On the streets. On tv. Even in the profile image of one of Kregg’s women the man had shared. None of them were like yours.
Because your cat was big.
Not fat. Not fluffy. Big.
The first time Thragg had met the creature he'd been honestly convinced it was a cat-mountain lion hybrid, the same way there were wolf-dogs. When you picked him up, he was half as long as you and as thick as your abdomen.
“It is… quite large.” He'd observed that first day, listening to the feline purr up a storm.
“Oh, yeah, don't worry about that. The vet said he's just like that. Personally, I like to say he's got the opposite of dwarfism.” You'd joked before offering Thragg to pet him.
He still didn't pet the animal, not seeing the point in it, even if you claimed it was ‘calming’. How could petting a creature that rumbled like an engine be calming?
Staring down at it– him, whatever– Thragg just sighed before rising, flying away from the affectionate creature.
He'd said he'd watch the animal, not play with it.
So Thragg settled into an armchair, datapad held before him as he began looking over some messages and updates from his Viltrumites. He ignored the eyes digging into the side of his skull.
Yet not long after sitting down, your cat decided Thragg was the perfect place to rest, jumping up into his lap and making ‘biscuits’ as you described them, curling up and resting.
The Grand Regent just stared down at him, scowling slightly before, very reluctantly, letting it go.
It was… fine. He didn't like the proximity but it was bearable. For you. He's doing this for the little human who was carrying his heir, the next generation of Viltrumites and saving his species.
He could bear the presence of a pet you cared for.
He tried to, at least, but cats weren't known for being the most obedient of creatures, as before long your ‘sweet boy’ as you liked to call him began batting at the datapad, Thragg watching through the mostly see through tablet.
“Stop. Desist. Enough.” He said in a deadpan, moving the pad away and watching little paws chase it. “Cease this. I know you understand these words, so stop it.”
The cat stared at him, clearly thought for a moment, and then opened its mouth to let out a long yowl.
Thragg just stared, unimpressed.
“What my heart sees in you I do not know.” Thragg muttered, rubbing his face. He felt the creature wiggle around before getting comfy again, now purring a bit.
Something about it was… soothing. Unconsciously, Thragg began to relax, shoulders lowering and jaw unclenching. As the tension in his figure abated, he looked down at the feline with curiosity.
Pressing a finger against its chest fluff, Thragg rubbed up and down, receiving a louder purr. Slowly, he found himself petting the animal, mind clearing and muscles untensing.
Perhaps you'd been right, then. Was this why so many humans had cats as companions? Because they helped ease tension? Thragg could certainly understand it if so, it definitely made more sense than giant slobbering dogs that weren't even trained to protect and attack.
Rumbling loudly, your big cat made lazy biscuits in his lap, eyes shut as Thragg kept petting him.
Hours later, when you returned, you'd find Thragg in that same armchair reading, still petting the snoozing feline.
You smiled at the sight. “I see you two are friends now.”
Thragg paused, glancing away from the book he was reading. His eyes were swift as he checked you over. “I merely see why you keep it as a companion now.” He said, looking at the bag in your hand. “And what have you brought home, little one?”
Kicking your shoes off, you walked over, settling down on one of his thighs. Reaching into the bag, you pulled out some baby clothes, excitedly showing him them.
“Look! These are vintage. They only need a bit of a wash and then they're as good as new.” You told him, sifting through them.
Thragg indulged you, looking through the different designs and outfits. “Would buying new clothing not be better?” He asks, eyeing a small dress, skirts puffy and made of silk with little shorts underneath it.
“Mm, sure, but these are vintage, Thragg! You won't see designs like this as much anymore. I certainly haven't when I checked out the baby aisles at the store.”
The Viltrumite just hummed in response, idly scratching between your cat's ears, still eyeing that little dress.
The thought of any child of his wearing such a ridiculous, poofy thing…
It… wouldn't be the end of the world. The image his mind conjured was almost… endearing.
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