“He’s a good man, that boy."
You turn away from pouring yourself a drink to face your grandmother, who is smiling at you. "Thor?” you ask. She nods, and you smile softly to yourself. “Yeah, he is."
"He’s telling your great grand-father quite some stories.” She winks at you. “I just hope they’re all true."
You laugh. "Well considering we met when he was pulling me out of a pile of rubble, they probably are.” Your grandmother pats your shoulder gently and moves away to talk to your cousin. You watch her briefly before moving to the doorway leading to the living room.
Thor sits on the couch with your great-grandfather seated next to him and your father in the arm chair diagonal of him. He’s waving his arms somewhat wildly as he tells one of his wild stories-probably one from another one of the nine worlds by the way he seems to be speaking. You smile and turn away to go join your sister, not wanting to interrupt the moment.
As nervous as you were to bring an alien home to meet your family, you could not be happier.