“Marshall, this is my father Hunter, Dad this is Marshall” Mixie said looking between her father and her boyfriend, silently pleading with her father to be nice. It’s not that her father was ever cruel, and he would never even dream of harming another human being, but he could definitely use his size to intimidate others, like right now.
Hunter’s eyes were cold, and his face was stoic, void of any emotion besides suspicion. Knowing the human boy Marshall was shaking in his boots and honestly looked like he was going to piss himself, Hunter held out his hand to offer a hand-shake.
Marshall looked at Hunter like he was about to crush him and flinched taking a step back. After realizing what the giant man had meant by the gesture, he held his own shaking hand out to him. Hunter’s index finger and thumb engulfed Marshalls miniscule hand, gave it a gentle but obvious squeeze, and then shook it gently up and down.
“Nice to meet you lad” Hunter said, his voice noticeably at a louder volume then he would normally use around humans, Mixie rolled her eyes.
“P-pleasure Mr. Flint” Marshall stammered still looking a little stunned that his hand was still there at all, he held his hands in front of him and fidgeted awkwardly.
Mixie wasn’t sure what to make of Marshall Green, they were good friends, he had sat with her during their math’s and history lessons and made a great project partner. Aside from that though she had never really thought twice about him, until about a week ago when her friends had told her that Marshall had a crush on her.
Not wanting to hurt his feelings, she agreed when he approached her and asked to go out with her. And when she had brought up this new information to her father he seemed genuinely interested and suggested to invite him over for dinner. Mixie had never been on a date before but she had a funny feeling that parents weren’t generally involved until later in the relationship, but she couldn’t really argue when her father insisted.
When the evening came that they arranged to have dinner Marshall offered to walk with her to her house, Marshall seemed genuinely excited to be spending time with her. They talked about their upcoming essay in history on the civil war and had a laugh about how annoyingly slow Mr. Williams talks in their class and then they approached Mixie’s house, and everything changed.
Marshall and Mixie walked up the path to her house and then Marshall froze when he realized what the enormous size of the house surely meant.
“T-this is y-your house?” he asked.
“Yeah, my father’s a giant, surely you’ve heard the rumors” Mixie said matter-of-factly, she honestly didn’t like that people talked about her family and their unusual way of life behind her back, but she had grown so used to it she just assumed that everyone knew.
“W-well yes but I guess I just assumed it was just that, a r-rumor” he stared at the gigantic door in a trance, his already pale skin had gone ghostly, and she thought he may feint.
“H-how is that p- “he began to ask when the door was opened rather fast, the wind from the force of the door being opened pushed their hair back and Marshall fell silent. Mixie knew from experience that many humans were wary of giants for their sheer size and strength alone, but she hadn’t actually met someone who actually feared them so intensely.
The rest of the evening was filled with awkward silence, intense stares from her father aimed at Marshall and Marshall himself was anxiously shaking and stuttering and looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack.
“Mix can you help me collect the dishes?” Hunter asked not taking his eyes off of Marshall, Mixie groaned and collected the human sized dishes and waited for her father to offer his hand to her, this was his excuse for a private chat with her.
Hunter laid down his free hand, the other holding his own dishes and placed his palm facing up on the dining room table waiting for his daughter to step on so he could carry her into the kitchen and away from Marshalls listening ears.
Once in the kitchen Hunter let his daughter off onto the kitchen bench that held their human sized sink so that she could start on their dishes. As Mixie began she felt her fathers gaze on her and she turned around to find him frowning down at her, brow pinched in concern almost confusion.
“What?” she asked, he folded his arms on the bench and rested his chin atop them, so they were closer to eye level and he sighed “You really like this guy Mix?” he asked softly.
She walked over closer to her fathers much larger face and looked up into his eyes “I don’t know” she admitted, and shrugged her shoulders “He’s a great friend, but I don’t really think he’s more then that you know?”. Hunter looked visibly relieved, his huge green eyes relaxed and he no longer looked so uptight.
“I understand” he said softly and smiled at her, he rose back up into a stand and clapped his hands together “Well I guess there’s no harm in scaring him a little more before he leaves then aye” he winked at her. Mixie rolled her eyes “No!” she said sternly, but he was not listening anymore.
“He’s still my friend, even if he is scared of giants. Just go easy on him please” she begged. The last thing she wanted to do was scare her friend to death because her father was being unnecessarily overprotective.
“Of course sweetie, I won’t frighten him” he said, he bent down and kissed the top of her head leaving her wavy brown locks warm and moist “Much!” and then he was off, heading back into the dining room and leaving her on the kitchen bench.
Mixie crossed her arms and stamped her foot on the ground groaning loudly “Dad really!” she shouted in frustration. She knew he was only teasing, but Marshall didn’t know that and he was already so scared, this was going to be a long night.
