you all had been walking on the mountains for awhile, and the road was getting wobblier and harder to walk in. Grog couldn’t help but notice as you struggled, trying your best not to lose your balance as you walked infront of him. Grog then smiled, the imaginary lightbulb above his head lighting up as he had an idea. "Come here," he said, almost excitedly as he scooped you up in his bulky arm, plopping you down onto his shoulders.

your legs were secured around his neck, dangling on his broad shoulders as he wore you like a trophy, humming a tune while his big hands rested atop of your thighs. "guys, look-it! m’carryin’ my girl!"