vigorli

Not so much with the angst, but there is Brooding for a second or two!

Title: Unexpected
Author:

ranmaru
Rating: PG
Summary: Viggo's flipping pancakes. Orli makes a confession.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing.

It wasn’t often that Viggo and Orli had a chance to sit down and enjoy a home-cooked breakfast together but when the time permitted, it was a celebration. Viggo made pancakes, sometimes with fruit inside sometimes it was a topping. Orli would set up the table and arrange a layer of meatless bacon on the griddle and they’d listen to calypso music while they cooked. It was silly and fun and nothing was better than watching Viggo boogie down in a pair of ratty old sweatpants while flipping pancakes.

Orli brought the plate of “facon-bacon” over to the table and sat down. He rested his chin in his hand and smiled at his lover’s backside as Viggo shimmied to a particularly intricate pan-drum based beat. The Brit was thirsty and wanted a glass of orange juice but that would mean taking his eyes off of Vig and that just wasn’t happening.

“Ready for the Flip?” Viggo turned and grinned at Orli over his shoulder and the younger man sat up expectantly. The Flip was simply that, the flip of a pancake, minus a spatula. It was special because Viggo made enormous, plate-sized pancakes and got the damn things to somersault in the air, nearly to the ceiling, before gracefully flopping back to the pan, at which point Orli would give his lover a round of applause.

He loved watching Viggo, he loved the joy the other man got from such a small thing. As his eyes traced the path of the pancake as it flew upwards, Orli laughed softly. “I love you.”

The pancake fell, making a thwap sound as it landed on the kitchen floor.

Fuck.

“I just said that out loud, didn’t I?” Orli found himself in a place where his mouth was moving without help from his brain. He felt numb. Viggo wasn’t speaking, he seemed too busy staring down at the empty frying pan in his hand, looking confused as to why the pancake wasn’t there. Orli looked at the casualty on the floor, quietly leaking its mashed strawberry-guts onto the linoleum.

“Okay, we haven’t really talked about this so you really need to say something here. I said it, and maybe it’s true, I mean, no it is true, but I didn’t expect to say it because, uh it’s not like I haven’t been thinking about it or anything but now it’s out there and yeah, I love you.” He sucked in a breath but Viggo didn’t take the opportunity to fill the silence. “Please say something. I’m babbling and you know that’s never good because I just blurt out absolutely ridiculous things and I can feel some coming on. Say. Something.”

Viggo was now studying the unfortunate lump on the floor.

“Right then. I’ll just drink some orange juice because babbling makes a guy parched, you know? Maybe we should try to make fresh squeezed, like get some oranges and just go for it. Do we need a machine? I’ve never done it before.” The orange juice had no taste whatsoever.

“I dropped the pancake.”

Orli followed his gaze to the floor. “You don’t get points for that one, man.”

“It’s going to complicate things.”

“Breakfast-wise, not really. There’s still a whole bowl of batter left.”

“No. I mean, what you said.”

“What I…” Orlando rubbed his forehead. “Right, what I said.” Where was a hole in the floor when he needed one?

“Have you thought about-“

“I think I covered that already about the…thinking.” Retreat wasn’t a bad thing if one was only going into another room, right? Orli nodded to himself and stood up, wincing at the loud scrape of the chair across the floor. “I’m just…you know.” The livingroom was quiet and dimly lit thanks to the closed drapes, and the Brit sat down on the couch and prepared to brood. The brood to end all broods. This brood would make Aragorn jealous because Orlando was feeling like a pathetic idiot and he was hungry and Viggo was a…something. A really big, something.

Orli hunched down into the cushions and stared sullenly at the beige carpet. Beige carpet sucked. He scowled for good measure. Yeah, he could feel the brooding; he was becoming One With The Brood.

He was interrupted by a frantic yell and the pounding of bare feet on linoleum.

“Orlando!” Viggo stopped short when he saw the brunette sitting on the couch. “You’re still here.”

“It’s my house.”

“Oh.” Viggo sighed and rubbed the back of his neck as he walked over and dropped on the couch beside his lover. Not knowing any other way to be with the older man, Orli shifted closer until their arms and thighs were touching.

“I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“Yeah, well…” Orli picked up one of Viggo’s hands and traced patterns on the back. He liked the bumps the veins made in the skin. “I wasn’t expecting to say it.”

“You do? Really?”

“Yeah.” They sat quietly for a while. The silence was comfortable which struck Orlando as strange. He bit the inside of his lip and tried not to think.

“I haven’t told Henry about us.”

“I know.” The younger man was confused. “You said you wanted to wait.”

“I wasn’t planning on telling him at all.”

Oh. That stung a bit. “Right.”

“This was supposed to end when the shooting wrapped.”

“This? You mean ‘we’.” Orli refused to let go of Viggo’s hand though it was hard to keep his grip light. “Wait a minute. Was?”

“He’s pretty open-minded. I don’t think he’ll have a problem. He likes you already.” Viggo grasped Orli’s hand covering his and gave it a squeeze. “I’m supposed to call him tomorrow.” He leaned over and kissed the Brit on the cheek. “Still hungry? I need to prove I am still master of the Flip.”

Orli just stared at Viggo. Fragments of sentences were coming to mind but trying to string them together into something cohesive was just beyond the young man’s reach. “You…”

“Love you too, you daft Englishman.”

Orli went with a deep kiss that had him wiping his mouth when he pulled away. Actions worked better than words anyway. He rested his forehead against Viggo’s and breathed the other man’s breath.

“Want to forget breakfast?”

But words could be good too.

END