FIC: 3. Library
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vigorliTitle: 3. Library
Author: Ranmaru
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In Germany, Orli comes home to hear Viggo singing that song!
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing. (NOTE: Is one Euro a cheap amount for a used book?)
Or he was just crazy.
After all, a sane person would put down the books in order to find the keys and open the door but he wasn’t sane so he didn’t. He managed to keep all but one of the books in his hands by the time the door was opened and he gently nudged the fallen book over the threshold with the toe of his sneaker.
He closed the door, toed off his shoes, picked up the book and set off to find Viggo to show his lover his treasures. The older man was in his usual place, out on the small balcony that overlooked the side street the apartment building was located on, working on a painting he’d begun the day after Orli had arrived a week earlier.
Viggo was squinting at the canvas, a paintbrush in one hand, another stuck behind one ear. He was humming, occasionally singing whatever song had become looped in his mental soundtrack.
“There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright,
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty,
“Though I never thought that we could lose
There’s no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Orlando.”
Viggo Mortensen was singing the ABBA song “Fernando.” The song
“You have just forfeited your right to sex tonight. Possibly the week.”
Viggo went still. “Oops.”
“Oops.”
“I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Oh no, of course not. Too busy singing that asinine song.”
Viggo set down his paint brush very carefully before turning to face the irate Brit. “Your sister called.”
“I hate you both.”
“She started it!” Viggo blinked. “Did I just say that?”
“I don’t care who –“
“It’s stuck in my head!” Viggo growled and shoved his paint splattered fingers through his hair causing the paintbrush behind his ear to clatter to the floor. He frowned down then looked back up at Orli. “I had to sing, it was driving me mad!”
“You substituted my name.”
“I like your name much better,” Viggo declared. “Or-“
“You. Suck.”
“Oh yeah?” Viggo stalked up to his lover and glared. “I dug my keys into the side of his-“
“Argh!”
“Pretty little suped up four wheeled drive! Carved my name into his leather seeeeaaatts!”
“La la la la laaaa!’ Orli yelled in an attempt to drown out Viggo’s voice. He fell on the bed and rolled fetal but Viggo just followed him down, straddled his hips and forced him to his back.
“Took a Louisville Slugger to both headlights!” Viggo grabbed
“That was evil,” the younger man muttered, that damned song by Carrie Underwood now stuck in his head. He blamed his sister for that one too. He was never letting her visit him in
“Peace?” Viggo let go of one of
“No more ABBA.”
“Cross my heart.”
“Okay.”
“You dropped books,” Viggo murmured hotly in Orli’s ear. The Brit shivered and rubbed himself against his lover’s thigh.
“They’re in German.”
“You don’t read German.”
“Do you?”
“A little.”
“Hmmm…”
“We done talking?” Viggo licked his way to Orli’s mouth then held there, waiting.
“Good.”
The End
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Date: 2007-09-17 11:39 am (UTC)I can just imagine Sam torturing Orlando with songs like that.
*goes to turn on the radio*
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Date: 2007-09-17 12:11 pm (UTC)Oh, and I love the reference to my home country ;) And in the street were I live there's actually a little bookstore with a box in front of the shop window with books for one Euro each...
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Date: 2007-09-17 01:24 pm (UTC)Even though I don't know the second song, the first was bad enough........***giggles***
It doesn't matter what song I hear from Abba, they all get stuck in my head somehow! And sometimes that's not a bad thing! But for now.....***runs upstairs to get I-pod.....hhhmmm Coldplay....much better!***
Hilarious fic, hun, I'm still snickering!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for the warning, and the sharing, and the laughs! *** hugs tight!!!!!***
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Date: 2007-09-17 03:23 pm (UTC)The new Harry Potter book is about €19,- .
Love the idea of the song, except it's in my head now.
*frowns at you*
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