The Curse 5/12 Viggorli
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vigorliAuthor: zebraljb
Rating: G to a hard R
Disclaimer: I made up this story without malice.
THE CURSE
Five
“Well, don’t you look handsome?” Dom crowed as he opened his door.
“Ha ha, very bloody funny,” Orlando snapped. He wore his favorite maroon silk shirt and a pair of black jeans. The dark color of the shirt made his tan stand out even more than usual.
“You’re the first one here. I’m not even dressed yet.” Dom padded back to his room on bare feet. Since Dom was driving to Viggo’s, Orlando headed for the refrigerator and pulled out a beer.
He was sitting on Dom’s couch, halfway through his second beer, when Dom finally returned from his bedroom. “Now who’s the handsome devil?” Orlando asked, laughing.
“Bite me.” Dom primped at the hallway mirror as someone knocked on the door. “Get that.”
Orlando obediently went to the door. “Hey,” he said to Elijah.
“You look pretty,” Elijah observed as he brushed by. “Dommie! Your hair’s messed up!” Elijah ran a hand through Dom’s hair.
“Hey!”
“Think Viggo will like this?” Orlando asked Billy quietly.
“You look fantastic,” Billy said truthfully. “Don’t stress about this, Orlando. It’s…”
“Let’s go.” Dominic grabbed his keys and led the way out the door.
When they reached Viggo’s small house, Orlando saw Viggo seated on the front porch, picking at a guitar. Was there nothing this man couldn’t do?
“Hey, Vig!” Dom yelled as the three hobbits piled out of the car. Orlando followed a few steps behind.
“Hello, boys,” Viggo said, standing. He put the guitar inside the house and locked the door. “Ready?”
“Ready for a free dinner,” Billy said, rubbing his hands together.
“We can’t all fit in my car OR yours,” Viggo said. “Someone should ride with me.”
Elijah gave Orlando a discreet shove. “Uh, I will, Vig. I need a nice quite, non-Hobbit ride.”
“Thanks a lot,” Elijah said, but he smiled at Orlando.
“Follow me downtown,” Viggo told Dom. Dom nodded, and Viggo headed for his car. Orlando hurried at his heels.
“I appreciate you taking us out,” Orlando said as Viggo unlocked the doors of his car. “It wasn’t necessary.”
Viggo slid behind the wheel. “I wanted to take you out.”
Orlando gulped as he climbed into the passenger seat. “Thanks again.”
Viggo simply nodded and started the engine.
When they entered the restaurant, the hobbits fell back to allow Orlando to walk behind Viggo. “Nice ass, don’t you think?” Elijah whispered to Orlando.
“Bugger off!” Orlando growled. Elijah smiled innocently, and of course made sure that Orlando sat next to Viggo.
“Have you ever been here?” Viggo asked Orlando as he handed him a menu.
“No,” Orlando said.
“The chicken marsala is excellent.”
“Well, I’m a vegetarian,” Orlando said, blushing slightly. He didn’t know why he was embarrassed by it.
“Okay.” Viggo smiled at him. “Try the vegetable stir fry. It’s one of the best I’ve ever eaten.”
“Okay,” Orlando agreed, closing his menu.
Viggo ordered for Orlando, and Orlando didn’t even mind that it made him feel like a girl. Viggo ordered the chicken for himself, as well as a bottle of wine for the table. There were five of them, but Orlando almost felt as if he and Viggo were alone. The three hobbits talked to each other, and Viggo talked only to Orlando.
“So, Orlando…” Viggo swished the wine around in his glass. “How are things going?”
“Fine, I guess,” Orlando said, shrugging. “I’m just hoping I can do everything right. I don’t want ANYTHING to mess up the movie.” He hoped Viggo caught the hint.
“I’m sure you’re doing fine. Peter sure has no complaints.” Viggo raised his glass in a silent toast.
“So, now what?” Elijah said, giggling as Billy ran into him.
“You two can’t hold your liquor,” Viggo said, amused.
“No, we can hold liquor,” Billy contradicted, holding onto Elijah’s arm. “We just can’t hold our WINE.”
Dom shook his head, sighing. “C’mon, you fools. I’ll get ya home. Vig, you okay driving Orli to my house for his car?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks, Vig.” Elijah gave him a clumsy hug.
“Yeah, Vig, thanks for dinner,” Billy added, hugging him as well.
Viggo made sure they were safely sitting in Dom’s car, and then turned to Orlando. “Tired?”
“Not really,” Orlando said truthfully. Just the thought of Viggo made sparks fly through his whole body.
“Want to go for a drive?”
“Sure,” Orlando said in what he hoped was a casual manner. He followed Viggo to the car.
Rating: G to a hard R
Disclaimer: I made up this story without malice.
THE CURSE
Five
“Well, don’t you look handsome?” Dom crowed as he opened his door.
“Ha ha, very bloody funny,” Orlando snapped. He wore his favorite maroon silk shirt and a pair of black jeans. The dark color of the shirt made his tan stand out even more than usual.
“You’re the first one here. I’m not even dressed yet.” Dom padded back to his room on bare feet. Since Dom was driving to Viggo’s, Orlando headed for the refrigerator and pulled out a beer.
He was sitting on Dom’s couch, halfway through his second beer, when Dom finally returned from his bedroom. “Now who’s the handsome devil?” Orlando asked, laughing.
“Bite me.” Dom primped at the hallway mirror as someone knocked on the door. “Get that.”
Orlando obediently went to the door. “Hey,” he said to Elijah.
“You look pretty,” Elijah observed as he brushed by. “Dommie! Your hair’s messed up!” Elijah ran a hand through Dom’s hair.
“Hey!”
“Think Viggo will like this?” Orlando asked Billy quietly.
“You look fantastic,” Billy said truthfully. “Don’t stress about this, Orlando. It’s…”
“Let’s go.” Dominic grabbed his keys and led the way out the door.
When they reached Viggo’s small house, Orlando saw Viggo seated on the front porch, picking at a guitar. Was there nothing this man couldn’t do?
“Hey, Vig!” Dom yelled as the three hobbits piled out of the car. Orlando followed a few steps behind.
“Hello, boys,” Viggo said, standing. He put the guitar inside the house and locked the door. “Ready?”
“Ready for a free dinner,” Billy said, rubbing his hands together.
“We can’t all fit in my car OR yours,” Viggo said. “Someone should ride with me.”
Elijah gave Orlando a discreet shove. “Uh, I will, Vig. I need a nice quite, non-Hobbit ride.”
“Thanks a lot,” Elijah said, but he smiled at Orlando.
“Follow me downtown,” Viggo told Dom. Dom nodded, and Viggo headed for his car. Orlando hurried at his heels.
“I appreciate you taking us out,” Orlando said as Viggo unlocked the doors of his car. “It wasn’t necessary.”
Viggo slid behind the wheel. “I wanted to take you out.”
Orlando gulped as he climbed into the passenger seat. “Thanks again.”
Viggo simply nodded and started the engine.
When they entered the restaurant, the hobbits fell back to allow Orlando to walk behind Viggo. “Nice ass, don’t you think?” Elijah whispered to Orlando.
“Bugger off!” Orlando growled. Elijah smiled innocently, and of course made sure that Orlando sat next to Viggo.
“Have you ever been here?” Viggo asked Orlando as he handed him a menu.
“No,” Orlando said.
“The chicken marsala is excellent.”
“Well, I’m a vegetarian,” Orlando said, blushing slightly. He didn’t know why he was embarrassed by it.
“Okay.” Viggo smiled at him. “Try the vegetable stir fry. It’s one of the best I’ve ever eaten.”
“Okay,” Orlando agreed, closing his menu.
Viggo ordered for Orlando, and Orlando didn’t even mind that it made him feel like a girl. Viggo ordered the chicken for himself, as well as a bottle of wine for the table. There were five of them, but Orlando almost felt as if he and Viggo were alone. The three hobbits talked to each other, and Viggo talked only to Orlando.
“So, Orlando…” Viggo swished the wine around in his glass. “How are things going?”
“Fine, I guess,” Orlando said, shrugging. “I’m just hoping I can do everything right. I don’t want ANYTHING to mess up the movie.” He hoped Viggo caught the hint.
“I’m sure you’re doing fine. Peter sure has no complaints.” Viggo raised his glass in a silent toast.
“So, now what?” Elijah said, giggling as Billy ran into him.
“You two can’t hold your liquor,” Viggo said, amused.
“No, we can hold liquor,” Billy contradicted, holding onto Elijah’s arm. “We just can’t hold our WINE.”
Dom shook his head, sighing. “C’mon, you fools. I’ll get ya home. Vig, you okay driving Orli to my house for his car?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks, Vig.” Elijah gave him a clumsy hug.
“Yeah, Vig, thanks for dinner,” Billy added, hugging him as well.
Viggo made sure they were safely sitting in Dom’s car, and then turned to Orlando. “Tired?”
“Not really,” Orlando said truthfully. Just the thought of Viggo made sparks fly through his whole body.
“Want to go for a drive?”
“Sure,” Orlando said in what he hoped was a casual manner. He followed Viggo to the car.
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