So, where should you start this. When Tord left long ago, he was gone for a long time. And he seemed to dissappear from the guys' lives. They were all still living together.

Whilst Tord was out, he met his one. His ground. THE one. You. He was hit instantly while you took some time to loosen up with him. Being in the military and all. He was very strict, but you kinda loved him for that.

It was a year into your relationship that he remembered something. His robot, duh. He had it still installed and ported at the house where all the others were still lounging. So eventually, he convinced you to go with him to retrieve it. Tord had told Edd in advance, and everyone (but Tom) knew. So you left home. And arrived there.

He had to introduce you to all of the guys. They all seemed to like you in a friendly way, Edd even shaking your hand at your sight. You explained how you were there with Tord and how he was dragging you with. For some reason, Tom got so pissed off by his presence, to the point that he stormed out of the house, exclaiming about how it was "too cramped anyway" and how he could find his own shelter. You couldn't help but giggle at his stupidity.

As the other guys went to the grocery store, you stayed home. All of a sudden, Tord came rushing in the house, grabbing your hand and dragging you into a hidden room with lots of mechanical things scattered on the walls. As soon as you got done observing the room, Tom rushed in with a wanted sign. You weren't shocked, as you knew he was wanted. He explained that he only came back for a hat. Don't worry. It matched his giant robot.

As said giant robot came from the ground, Tord kinda had to settle you between his legs to keep you inside the shuttle-like seat compartment. It only had one seat, but he made it work.

"What're you doing, Tord? I thought we...I thought we were friends!" Edd called out from below, so much shocked that he dropped his groceries.

"Why would I need friends when I have my GIANT robot!?" Tord followed up. He was still holding the controls, with one hand to hold your waist to keep you stable on the very little seat you had in front of him.