In this, Torm is adopted. She somehow looks like Tord and Matt, her foster parents. Tord, Matt, and Torm live in the Red Army's base. Torm is a teenager at this point in time, and she's having a break from school (which is taught within the base). She has blue eyes, two devil horns (like Tord), and she wears a red sweater with a purple overcoat. This is just an idea that I got, so, here we go!

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3rd Person POV:

Torm was sitting in the living-room, watching cartoons on the tele. The room was colorful, and she liked how spacious it was. She started thinking about her dads' friends, Paul and Patryk. Maybe she should visit them sometime. Matt came into the living-room, wearing an apron that read, 'Kiss le handsome cook'. "Torm, can you help me bake something for when your dad get's back? You make the best cupcakes..." Torm smiled and nodded, getting off of the couch. She followed Matt into the kitchen and checked the cupboards. When she found some cupcake mix, she started making the batter. "So, do you have any secrets to share?" "No, nothin' really. I mean, can we see Paul and Patryk soon?" "Sure, Torm! After this, alright?" "Okay!" Torm dispersed the batter into separate wrappers on the cupcake sheet. "Dad, do we have icing?" "I think so! It's probably in the cupboard." Torm searched through the cupboards again until she found the icing. She put the cupcake sheet into the oven and set the icing on the counter. "Don't forget to time it!" Matt reminded her. Torm nodded and looked at the clock before hugging Matt. Matt stopped what he was doing, which was stirring something, and returned the hug. "I love you, dad..." "Aww, I love you too Torm!" Torm let go of her foster dad and went back into the living-room, continuing to watch cartoons as she waited for the cupcakes to finish baking. 'Papa should be here at... what... 11 AM. So... he'll be here in an hour.' Torm watched the tele, a bit bored.

- Time Skip (bc I ran out of ideas -

When Tord got home, Torm and Matt tackled him down with a hug. "How was world domination, papa?" "We don't call it that, Torm." "Matt said that you do." "Mattie!" Matt stuck his tongue out and Torm did the same. "Anyways, what's that smell?" "We made some food!" Torm and Matt helped Tord up and led him into the kitchen.

(This was an old draft that I probably won't continue, so I'll just publish it.)