#alpine ski wc

[f1reakingout]

the swiss speed team once again proving that they share one single brain cell

[catmiemy]

Triple win 🇨🇭🇨🇭🇨🇭

The only thing that worries me, there's no more hair left to cut off 🤷‍♀️🤣

[niemernuet]

Thinking of an old love today

[heiavikings]

for such a long time we were all talking about stenmark’s record and that magical number of 86 wins, and since today there’s no stenmark’s record anymore, from now on it’s shiffrin’s record and it will only grow

and stenmark’s record was hanging up there for so long, so high, so unreachable, and lindsay was so close but she didn’t make it, but we all already knew that mika is gonna do it one day. and that day finally came.

let that sink in.

[forgetaboutluna]

i know i started a blurt between the super g and the downhill of the worlds when i think to myself while reading through it "well fuck. nobody there has hair anymore"

[theaslope]

Finland won Sweden in hockey, we are also infront of Sweden in biathlon's medaltable, Sweden was left without medals in Saalbach - Finland really is winning atm 🤭

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Too Good {prequel} || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader Summary: The prequel to Too Good || MV1 how a Monegasque fixed your broken heart. Warnings: angst, fluff WC: 1.7k

It may have been freezing cold on the mountain but beneath the layers of cashmere and eider down you were sweating. You had spent the entire morning trekking up the alpine track, just to follow the marker pegs back down the scenic snowscape in a matter of minutes. 

This wasn’t exactly how you were planning on spending the winter break, but after Max decided he couldn’t balance a relationship and a career you had needed to change your plans. There was no way you could stay in Monaco when everything there reminded you of him, and you had no idea where Max would be holidaying - only that it would be somewhere warm. He hated the cold, the snow, the way it melted through every outer layer no matter how waterproof the lining was. He hated the snow, so that’s where you went - the one place you knew he wouldn’t be.

The ski field had been busy after a fresh dusting of snow overnight but the hiking tracks had been almost empty. You were grateful for the quiet so you could just lose yourself to the elements and focus on the destination ahead and not the last week of heartache. 

“This is meant to be a holiday,” you heard a familiar voice carry on the wind. “I came here to catch the slopes, not train.”

You turned to see a small group climbing the track behind you, moving at a much faster pace and you scanned the area to see if there was some place to hide. Unfortunately, there were only fluorescent orange marker pegs to navigate the mountainside and a rock that was off the safe side track. 

“Bonjoir,” Charles greeted politely as he passed with his group, his voice giving him away since every inch of him was wrapped up in a bright red snowsuit.

“Good morning,” you answered quietly, not wanting to be rude, but he stopped the moment he heard your voice and pulled his snow goggles off his head. Knowing he had recognised you too, you lifted yours off with a sigh. “Hey, Charles.”

He looked around with a confused frown before it settled back on you. “What are you doing out here alone?”

“Hiking.”

He rolled his eyes and stabbed his sticks into the snow so he could unclip his boots from the skis. “Where’s Max?”

You felt a familiar pang in your chest at the mention of his name and looked down at your boots. “I don’t know, focusing on his racing I guess.”

Charles’ forehead crumpled even more at the bitter tone. “What?”

“Nothing,” you muttered, pulling your goggles back over your eyes to shield them from the sun glaring off the snow and to hide the tears that were brewing. “Enjoy the holidays, Charles, and Merry Christmas.”

You turned away from the peak you had yet to reach and pushed off, gliding your way back down the mountain. You weren’t going to find solace in the snow anymore, but maybe a hot chocolate by a roaring hearth in the resort might help.

–

“Can I sit with you?” Charles asked as he cradled his own mug in one hand and a plate of marshmallows in the other. “I’ll share these.”

“You don’t have to,” you said as you saw his friends at the bar on the other side of the room. 

He smiled as he sat beside you on the overstuffed couch and stretched his legs out towards the fire. “I want to.”

The crackling of the fire was peaceful and your eyes hurt from staring directly at the flames but the colours were mesmerising. It was only when Charles took your full mug from your hands and placed it on the coffee table beside his empty one that you realised how long you had been zoned out. 

“Why are you out here alone?” Charles asked softly, the pity in his eyes evident before you looked away from them. “Is it because of Kelly?”

“Kelly?” 

Charles winced and you felt another fracture in your chest. The warmth of the fire faded as you reached for your phone and turned it on. You had only kept it with you in case of an emergency on the mountain but you hadn’t been brave enough to check any social media since he would be the first thing you saw. 

“I’m sorry, I thought you knew,” Charles muttered as he dropped his head in his hands. 

You thought the hardest moment had been sitting in front of Max, feeling his hand slip out from yours as he said he needed to take a step back. ‘I need to focus on racing, I can’t do that and be with you.’ That memory was nothing compared to the moment you saw the picture of him walking out your favourite restaurant in Majorca, his hand laced with hers. ‘She’s just a friend.’

You felt sick as you locked the device and rose from the couch. You couldn’t even be polite enough to bid Charles a goodnight as you forced yourself to escape to your room before the tears could fall. 

You only made it to the hall before your vision blurred and a sob cracked from the pit in your stomach. Your back hit the wall as you thought of all the times he had said he loved you, of all the times he assured you that you were the only one for him, the one he wanted to spend his life with. ‘She’s just a friend.’

 You slid down to the floor, grappling your knees to your chest as you wished for an avalanche to come and wash away everything you were feeling. You needed the snow to smother you, make you clean of him, purify you until your memory was as barren of him as the white wasteland in the blizzard outside. 

A pair of arms scooped you up, cradling you to his chest as he murmured a french lullaby softly in your ear. You couldn’t understand it but the tune was one you recognised and it calmed the turbulent thoughts that threatened your sanity. 

“Was I not good enough?” you whispered. 

“No, no, don’t think like that. What he did is a reflection on him, not you. It shows that you are too good for him.”

“Then why do I feel like shit?” Charles took a seat and you looked up from where you had buried your face to see a room identical to yours, but the red clothing on the floor definitely made it his. “I should go,” you muttered as you tried to climb out of his embrace. 

“Stay,” he invited as he tightened his arms for a second before easing the hold. “You don’t have to go, I don’t want you to be alone when you are obviously hurting.”

“I’m not a stray dog you feel obligated to look after because you found me. I can look after myself.”

“I know,” he said with a nod before reaching out and brushing away the trail of tears from your cheek. “I know you can look after yourself, but you don’t have to. You deserve someone who will put you first, and make sure the only tears you cry are ones of joy.”

You rolled your eyes at the notion. “Sounds like a fantasy.”

“I remember a beautiful woman in the paddock who always had her nose in a book. From what I recall, she loved tales of fantasy and romance,” he teased with a smile. “Where is she?”

“I don't know,” you admitted as you wondered the very same thing. You missed those days now that they were gone. “She got lost.”

“Then we will have to find her, because I rather liked her,” Charles confessed with a wink. “Maybe we can start in the mountains here? And if we don’t find her there, then we could try Corsica or Sardinia.”

You tried to ignore the weight lifting from your shoulders, you tried to not let hope seep into your heavy bones. Charles had always been nice but he had no reason to make such plans. “Don’t you have training?”

He shrugged at the question. “Some things are more important. Plus, it's the holidays - they should be spent with friends.”

‘She’s just a friend.’ You flinched at the word. “Is that what we are?”

“If that’s what you need me to be.”

You shifted on his lap, sitting up a little straighter at the words that he ran deeper than what he just said. “And if I needed more?”

You watched the bump in his throat bounce with the swallow he took and his lips parted slowly, his tongue wetting them before he could answer, “Whatever you need me to be.”

You needed him to chase away the memory of Max, needed the distraction he could offer. Your fingers traced the thick straps of muscle over his shoulder and felt his racing pulse before reaching the shadow of his beard. “I need you to kiss me.”

His eyes closed as his hands came to rest on yours and you started to lean in until his fingers curled around your wrists and gently pulled them away with a shake of his head. “Not like this, bella. You need time.” He kissed each hand and placed them back on your lap as his eyes lingered on your lips that started to turn down at the rejection. “I want to, god do I want to,” he groaned as he cupped your face and rolled a thumb over your bottom lip. “If you still want me to kiss you when your heart is whole then I will. Until then,” he kissed your forehead, “this will have to do.”

You smiled at the warmth of his lips on your skin and settled back into the comfort of his embrace. For now he would be the friend you needed, a strong pair of arms to hold you tight and someone you could confess your feelings to. He would be the one who helped to mend your broken heart - no cracks or chips left to weaken the integrity - just so you could give it to him whole.

[delectablywaywardbeard-blog]

Odermatt “gigante” a Palisades Tahoe: la Coppa del Mondo è sua

ALPINE SKIING – FIS WC 2023-2024 Men’s World Cup DH Kitzbuehel, Austria, Austria 2024-01-20 – Saturday Image shows: ODERMATT Marco (SUI) SECOND CLASSIFIED ROMA (ITALPRESS) – Inarrestabile. Nemmeno un Henrik Kristoffersen in grande spolvero riesce a fermare Marco Odermatt che nel primo dei due appuntamenti sulla pista di Palisades Tahoe vince l’ennesimo gigante e con dieci gare d’anticipo mette…

[parimass]

[f1reakingout]

TRIPLE PODIUM for the swiss team❤️

[niemernuet]

Hi Mom!

[ryoyiel]

I have not enjoyed a single event in Cortina so far 🥰

[theaslope]

Oh Wendy - BUT CAMILLE RAST IST DAS WELTMAISTER 😍😭 (love her helmet also very much)

[flegm-a]

THE dog and Veronika Velez Zuzolova. I’m glad they included dogs in the Bib Draw. :D

[delectablywaywardbeard-blog]

Doppietta azzurra a Crans Montana, vince Bassino su Brignone

ALPINE SKIING – FIS WC 2023-2024 Women’s World Cup DH Image shows: BASSINO Marta (ITA) – 10th CLASSIFIED CRANS MONTANA (SVIZZERA) (ITALPRESS) – Superba Marta Bassino, straordinaria Federica Brignone: la seconda discesa di Coppa del Mondo a Crans Montana regala una spettacolare doppietta azzurra con la piemontese a cogliere il primo successo della carriera in libera precedendo di 0″54 la…

[fisicol92]

Mikaela Shiffrin shook her head after a final run that featured plenty of mistakes followed by some remarkable recoveries.

She left the door open, she feared. Turns out, not so much. Not the way she's racing.

The American standout all but clinched her fourth slalom title in five seasons before she took her first run and then capped off an electric day with the win at a World Cup race in Squaw Valley on a warm Saturday.

First-run leader Wendy Holdener of Switzerland was the last racer of the day and crashed out near the finish line to give Shiffrin her 31st career World Cup victory. Sarka Strachova of the Czech Republic was second, 1.03 seconds back, and Bernadette Schild of Austria finished third.