Please keep in mind that I did age Griff significantly and that this is only a short preview.
The roar of the crowd, the wind in your face, the endless banks of pristine snow. He loved it all but, what he particularly liked was a certain hyperactive blond boy.
The way that cute mouth curved into a smile as he gracefully flew across the smooth blanketed snow, the light in his eyes as he jumped a gap, That adorable laugh that tinkled when he did something he deemed awesome. The swede loved him to bits. And yet what can he do? Brushing the snow from his hair, Viggo sat up catching a glimpse of that lovable blond sailing down the mountain side. All he could do was watch. That's all he ever really did when it came to the boy. Propping himself back up, Viggo raced down the flattened snowy path. Tree's blurred together as he sped down the steep slope. Why? Just why.
Whipping his goggles down ,Viggo forced himself to accelerate. Faster. He told himself. Over and over again. He needed to run. To get away from this. He was a coward. All he could do is run or stand by and watch. All he could ever do was run from the problem but all he really did was fall deeper and faster than ever. Why couldn't the universe just be nice for once and do something.
" COME ON HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT!" He shouted as he zoomed down the path, twisting and turning as fast as he could. He need something to cling too, something to put this painful burning flame of hope in. He needed a sign, anything. "DAMN IT HURRY UP!" A light fog had formed as he grew got farther down the mountain.
And then the writers block hit