The Curse 3/12 (Viggorli Slash)
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vigorliAuthor: zebraljb
Rating: G to a hard R
Disclaimer: I doubt there's a curse, but if there is...I want to watch Viggo & Orli break it. This is all made up.
“You’re coming, right?” Elijah finished tying his shoes and looked at Orlando. Orlando hitched up his baggy sweatpants and smiled.
“Nah…thanks for dropping the rewrites off.” Orlando wove his hands intricately. “I need to relax. Do some yoga or something.”
Elijah snorted. “You, relax?”
“It DOES happen,” Orlando snapped, closing his eyes. He yelped as a palm smacked his backside.
“Get your scrawny Cockney ass upstairs and change,” Elijah ordered.
“I’m NOT Cockney,” Orlando growled. He sighed, rubbing his ass. “Will, uh, Viggo be there?”
“Probably…Ian invited all the members of the Fellowship,” Elijah said. “Why?”
“Just asking.” Orlando took his stairs two at a time. “Gotta shower. Meet you there?”
“No way. I don’t trust you. We’re going together.” Elijah flopped onto Orlando’s sofa.
“Good evening, young gentlemen,” Ian said, moving aside so they could come in. “Food in the dining room, beverages in the kitchen.”
“How does he rate a place like this?” Orlando hissed to Elijah, looking around Ian’s lavish house. At least it was lavish by the standards of what Orlando was used to.
“Because he’s Sir Ian, bonehead.” Elijah made a beeline for the kitchen, where he could already hear the other hobbits yelling.
Orlando wanted a drink, but he didn’t feel like jumping into the chaos of the kitchen just yet. He peeked into the living room. Sean Astin was talking to Sean Bean on the sofa. Orlando liked Sean Bean. He was fun-loving and British, which was a plus, and he also was easy to talk to. However, Orlando didn’t think sleeping with Bean would break the curse.
“Why are you hovering out here?”
Orlando whirled around at the sound of the husky voice in his ear. “I, uh, wasn’t hovering.” Viggo raised an eyebrow. “We just got here,” Orlando said defensively.
“Ah. We?”
“Me and ‘Lij. He’s in the kitchen with those other weirdoes.”
“You and Elijah?” Viggo raised that sexy eyebrow again. “Are you two…?”
“Friends? Yes,” Orlando replied. Viggo’s face never changed. “I’m gonna, uh…get a drink.”
Orlando almost ran to the kitchen. “Here. You’re behind.” Billy thrust a beer into Orlando’s hand.
Orlando relaxed at the comfortable lilt of his friend’s voice.
“How much would you guys hate me if the movie fell apart?” Orlando said, weakly leaning against the counter. He didn’t see Dominic and Elijah smirk at each other.
“Why would you say that, Orli?” Dom said innocently.
“Well, it’s Viggo. I’m never gonna be able to…”
“Hey, Viggo! Have a beer!” Elijah yelled suddenly. Orlando felt his face grow red and quickly opened the freezer, pretending to get some ice.
“Thanks, Elijah, I have one.” Viggo leaned in the doorway. “I was wondering if you guys minded getting your pictures taken.”
Billy spit out his beer. “Hello, Vig, actors here.”
“Some actors don’t feel comfortable getting photographed if they’re not working,” Viggo replied. “I do some amateur photography and would like to get a lot of work done during the filming.”
“Sure,” Elijah said, and the others nodded. Billy pinched Orlando’s butt.
“Orli?”
“What is everyone’s sudden fascination with my arse?” Orlando snapped, slamming the freezer door. When he whirled around, everyone was indeed staring at his backside. Viggo had a tiny smile on his face as he did so. Orlando blushed. “What was the question?”
“Do you mind being photographed, you git?” Dom asked, chuckling.
“No,” Orlando said. Viggo nodded and left the kitchen. The hobbits burst out laughing. Orlando wanted to crawl into the freezer and die.
Three hours later, the three trouble-making hobbits were out on the back deck, giggling like crazy as they drunkenly tried to play a game of hopscotch. Orlando rolled his eyes and started around the front of the house. He wanted to smoke, and he didn’t want it going inside Ian’s house.
“Where are you off to?” Viggo appeared from nowhere.
Orlando waved his cigarette in the air. “Don’t want to contaminate our fair knight’s humble abode.”
“It’s contaminating you, too,” Viggo said, and Orlando shrugged. “Mind if I walk with you?” Orlando shrugged again, although his insides started doing jumping jacks.
They walked along the edge of Ian’s large yard. “He’s got a nice place,” Orlando said. Now it was Viggo’s turn to shrug.
“My place isn’t too bad. Lots of good lighting for my work.”
“Do you just do photography?” Orlando asked shyly.
“No. I paint, and write poetry…dabble in music, too.” Orlando’s mouth fell open and Viggo cracked a rare grin. “Impressed.”
“Well, yes,” Orlando said. “I can’t do anything.”
Viggo stopped walking. “Obviously you can, or you wouldn’t be here.”
Orlando kicked at a tuft of grass. “That’s just acting. That’s not a talent.” Viggo blinked at him and Orlando laughed. “Sorry. Not that everyone here isn’t talented. It’s just…it’s not work. It’s easy.”
“For you. You obviously take to Legolas like a fish to water,” Viggo said. “For some of us, it isn’t that easy. I need to really get inside of Aragorn.”
“Of course. Aragorn is complex. The only hard part about Legolas is how peaceful and serene he is. I am NOT like that.”
“I’ve noticed,” Viggo said, with a low chuckle. Orlando smiled bashfully. “No matter what you say, my snobby elf, you are quite talented. And I’m sure you’re talented at more than acting.” Viggo continued walking, leaving Orlando to stare after him in shock.
Rating: G to a hard R
Disclaimer: I doubt there's a curse, but if there is...I want to watch Viggo & Orli break it. This is all made up.
“You’re coming, right?” Elijah finished tying his shoes and looked at Orlando. Orlando hitched up his baggy sweatpants and smiled.
“Nah…thanks for dropping the rewrites off.” Orlando wove his hands intricately. “I need to relax. Do some yoga or something.”
Elijah snorted. “You, relax?”
“It DOES happen,” Orlando snapped, closing his eyes. He yelped as a palm smacked his backside.
“Get your scrawny Cockney ass upstairs and change,” Elijah ordered.
“I’m NOT Cockney,” Orlando growled. He sighed, rubbing his ass. “Will, uh, Viggo be there?”
“Probably…Ian invited all the members of the Fellowship,” Elijah said. “Why?”
“Just asking.” Orlando took his stairs two at a time. “Gotta shower. Meet you there?”
“No way. I don’t trust you. We’re going together.” Elijah flopped onto Orlando’s sofa.
“Good evening, young gentlemen,” Ian said, moving aside so they could come in. “Food in the dining room, beverages in the kitchen.”
“How does he rate a place like this?” Orlando hissed to Elijah, looking around Ian’s lavish house. At least it was lavish by the standards of what Orlando was used to.
“Because he’s Sir Ian, bonehead.” Elijah made a beeline for the kitchen, where he could already hear the other hobbits yelling.
Orlando wanted a drink, but he didn’t feel like jumping into the chaos of the kitchen just yet. He peeked into the living room. Sean Astin was talking to Sean Bean on the sofa. Orlando liked Sean Bean. He was fun-loving and British, which was a plus, and he also was easy to talk to. However, Orlando didn’t think sleeping with Bean would break the curse.
“Why are you hovering out here?”
Orlando whirled around at the sound of the husky voice in his ear. “I, uh, wasn’t hovering.” Viggo raised an eyebrow. “We just got here,” Orlando said defensively.
“Ah. We?”
“Me and ‘Lij. He’s in the kitchen with those other weirdoes.”
“You and Elijah?” Viggo raised that sexy eyebrow again. “Are you two…?”
“Friends? Yes,” Orlando replied. Viggo’s face never changed. “I’m gonna, uh…get a drink.”
Orlando almost ran to the kitchen. “Here. You’re behind.” Billy thrust a beer into Orlando’s hand.
Orlando relaxed at the comfortable lilt of his friend’s voice.
“How much would you guys hate me if the movie fell apart?” Orlando said, weakly leaning against the counter. He didn’t see Dominic and Elijah smirk at each other.
“Why would you say that, Orli?” Dom said innocently.
“Well, it’s Viggo. I’m never gonna be able to…”
“Hey, Viggo! Have a beer!” Elijah yelled suddenly. Orlando felt his face grow red and quickly opened the freezer, pretending to get some ice.
“Thanks, Elijah, I have one.” Viggo leaned in the doorway. “I was wondering if you guys minded getting your pictures taken.”
Billy spit out his beer. “Hello, Vig, actors here.”
“Some actors don’t feel comfortable getting photographed if they’re not working,” Viggo replied. “I do some amateur photography and would like to get a lot of work done during the filming.”
“Sure,” Elijah said, and the others nodded. Billy pinched Orlando’s butt.
“Orli?”
“What is everyone’s sudden fascination with my arse?” Orlando snapped, slamming the freezer door. When he whirled around, everyone was indeed staring at his backside. Viggo had a tiny smile on his face as he did so. Orlando blushed. “What was the question?”
“Do you mind being photographed, you git?” Dom asked, chuckling.
“No,” Orlando said. Viggo nodded and left the kitchen. The hobbits burst out laughing. Orlando wanted to crawl into the freezer and die.
Three hours later, the three trouble-making hobbits were out on the back deck, giggling like crazy as they drunkenly tried to play a game of hopscotch. Orlando rolled his eyes and started around the front of the house. He wanted to smoke, and he didn’t want it going inside Ian’s house.
“Where are you off to?” Viggo appeared from nowhere.
Orlando waved his cigarette in the air. “Don’t want to contaminate our fair knight’s humble abode.”
“It’s contaminating you, too,” Viggo said, and Orlando shrugged. “Mind if I walk with you?” Orlando shrugged again, although his insides started doing jumping jacks.
They walked along the edge of Ian’s large yard. “He’s got a nice place,” Orlando said. Now it was Viggo’s turn to shrug.
“My place isn’t too bad. Lots of good lighting for my work.”
“Do you just do photography?” Orlando asked shyly.
“No. I paint, and write poetry…dabble in music, too.” Orlando’s mouth fell open and Viggo cracked a rare grin. “Impressed.”
“Well, yes,” Orlando said. “I can’t do anything.”
Viggo stopped walking. “Obviously you can, or you wouldn’t be here.”
Orlando kicked at a tuft of grass. “That’s just acting. That’s not a talent.” Viggo blinked at him and Orlando laughed. “Sorry. Not that everyone here isn’t talented. It’s just…it’s not work. It’s easy.”
“For you. You obviously take to Legolas like a fish to water,” Viggo said. “For some of us, it isn’t that easy. I need to really get inside of Aragorn.”
“Of course. Aragorn is complex. The only hard part about Legolas is how peaceful and serene he is. I am NOT like that.”
“I’ve noticed,” Viggo said, with a low chuckle. Orlando smiled bashfully. “No matter what you say, my snobby elf, you are quite talented. And I’m sure you’re talented at more than acting.” Viggo continued walking, leaving Orlando to stare after him in shock.
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