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Smut
Title: I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
Series: Learning by doing (1/?)
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Author: ani (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lennongirl)
Archive: Viggorously, others please ask
Rating: starting slowly…but there’ll be lots of smut, I promise, so let’s say NC-17 overall;)
Beta: My lovelyeruberueth
Feedback: yes, please, will help me to continue a lot faster *gg*
Warning: Not now
Disclaimer: Still not mine, I have no idea what I’m writing about, honestly. I’m crazy, that’s all.
Summary:
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
(U2 – I still haven’t found what I’m looking for)
Viggo stared out of the window. He couldn’t see much more than a thick layer of clouds passing by, each shape similar to the one before. An endless pattern of big, fluffy clouds.
But what else was there to do?
He was caught here, caught in this plane carrying him to the other side of the world. To the other side of *his* world. And the journey didn’t seem to end.
He pressed the button above his head and waited until the stewardess arrived. Her name was Jane, a pretty blonde about 25. Whenever he pressed that button (and he’d done that quite often already) she’d been by his side within a matter of seconds. Viggo knew what she wanted. A nice smile, some friendly words, a bit of flirting. There were not that many passengers in first class, and Jane seemed to enjoy his presence.
And there she was again, took her only 16 seconds to respond to his call. But Viggo just needed an information from her. He wasn’t up to flirt with her. Since his last relationship had ended some weeks earlier, he hadn’t had any interest in women. Nothing to worry about; he was just not turned on enough to make a move towards any of those offers. His life was shitty enough already.
“Yes, Mr. Mortensen?”
“How much longer?”
She smiled. “Four more hours, Mr. Mortensen.”
Viggo sighed. For Four more hours he was caught in this place.
“Ok, thanks, Jane.”
“Anything else? Would you like something to drink? Or try to sleep a bit? I can bring you a pillow, if you like.”
“No, thanks, I’m fine.”
She showed her fabulous smile again and disappeared. Viggo let his head fall back and stared out of the window again. The pattern of the clouds hadn’t changed. It was still the same. Boring, boring, boring.
Same as his life.
Viggo closed his eyes and tried to rest at last. But he couldn’t. There was no chance for him to distract himself from his inner boredom. When the flight had started, he had watched a movie. He’d read and studied his script afterwards, spent several hours getting to know his future character. Now he felt exhausted and tired, but sleep wouldn’t come. Crazy thoughts haunted him instead.
What have I accomplished in my life so far? What have I done that really made me happy? Why am I not satisfied? What is missing?
He sighed again.
His love life? A marriage doomed to fail from the very start, a couple of relationships suffering from the same fate. Quick, cold sex with an unknown woman or two.
His work? He loved it, everything. The filming, the writing, his art. But somehow nothing fully satisfied him anymore. He felt as if his art wasn’t as accomplished as it should be. Although he would never admit this to anyone.
My life’s a big pile of shit.
Another sigh.
That wasn’t true. There were lots of things that made his everyday life wonderful *and* extremely satisfying.
Henry, for example. If there was one thing he hadn’t failed at, it was him. Viggo felt proud whenever he looked at his son and their great relationship.
And it had been for Henry’s sake he was sitting in this plane now, flying towards a future he wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Henry made that decision for him. But somewhere, in a deep and dark corner of his mind, Viggo was thankful that Henry had made *this* decision for him. Perhaps it was what he needed to escape this…boring life? Midlife crisis? Dull existence?
He didn’t know. And he didn’t know if he wanted to find out at all. Anyway, it couldn’t get much worse.
Without noticing, Viggo finally drifted into his sleep.
Orlando massaged his arms. His muscles were stiff and sore, and he had no idea how to ever hold a bow again. The training was tough, and though he had improved enormously over the past few days, the pain still came back. Evening after evening.
Would it ever stop?
He flipped a page of his script and tried to concentrate. It was strange learning lines alone again. Some days ago, he’d done this together with Stuart. He was still angry and disappointed because PJ had sent him away.
Orlando had just started to consider Stuart his partner in crime on set. During the first days after everybody had arrived, the bonding between the cast members had begun almost immediately. Different groups were formed. The Hobbits had gathered together, so did the ‘older’ actors. And Orlando had stuck to Stuart.
They spent lots of time together, rehearsing, studying, at combat training. And they also hung out in their free time. Orlando soon found out how well he and Stuart clicked. They had the same taste both in music and girls. Thus, they were about to hit the clubs together – when PJ had fired him.
Orlando had felt left out at first. He then started to join the Hobbits who welcomed his presence. The guys were fun and friendly; still, Orlando felt like an intruder sometimes. He also started to spend some time with people like Beanie and Ian, just to keep all options open. They were all lovely, sure. But something was still missing, though Orlando had no idea what this could be. It was not more than a strange feeling, after all.
And now a new Aragorn was about to arrive on set. Orlando wasn’t sure what to make of PJ’s new choice. He wished for Stuart to come back, but that was not an option. On the other hand, he was curious to see what Viggo Mortensen was like. But after all, he was another one of the ‘older’ actors and probably not a new buddy for Orlando to hit the town and on the girl with.
He didn’t know what to think about the whole matter anymore. All he wanted to do was making a good movie, collecting as much experience and information as possible and, in general, just having a good time in New Zealand.
That was quite a lot already, wasn’t it?
~tbc~
Series: Learning by doing (1/?)
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Author: ani (
lennongirl)Archive: Viggorously, others please ask
Rating: starting slowly…but there’ll be lots of smut, I promise, so let’s say NC-17 overall;)
Beta: My lovely
eruberuethFeedback: yes, please, will help me to continue a lot faster *gg*
Warning: Not now
Disclaimer: Still not mine, I have no idea what I’m writing about, honestly. I’m crazy, that’s all.
Summary:
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
(U2 – I still haven’t found what I’m looking for)
Viggo stared out of the window. He couldn’t see much more than a thick layer of clouds passing by, each shape similar to the one before. An endless pattern of big, fluffy clouds.
But what else was there to do?
He was caught here, caught in this plane carrying him to the other side of the world. To the other side of *his* world. And the journey didn’t seem to end.
He pressed the button above his head and waited until the stewardess arrived. Her name was Jane, a pretty blonde about 25. Whenever he pressed that button (and he’d done that quite often already) she’d been by his side within a matter of seconds. Viggo knew what she wanted. A nice smile, some friendly words, a bit of flirting. There were not that many passengers in first class, and Jane seemed to enjoy his presence.
And there she was again, took her only 16 seconds to respond to his call. But Viggo just needed an information from her. He wasn’t up to flirt with her. Since his last relationship had ended some weeks earlier, he hadn’t had any interest in women. Nothing to worry about; he was just not turned on enough to make a move towards any of those offers. His life was shitty enough already.
“Yes, Mr. Mortensen?”
“How much longer?”
She smiled. “Four more hours, Mr. Mortensen.”
Viggo sighed. For Four more hours he was caught in this place.
“Ok, thanks, Jane.”
“Anything else? Would you like something to drink? Or try to sleep a bit? I can bring you a pillow, if you like.”
“No, thanks, I’m fine.”
She showed her fabulous smile again and disappeared. Viggo let his head fall back and stared out of the window again. The pattern of the clouds hadn’t changed. It was still the same. Boring, boring, boring.
Same as his life.
Viggo closed his eyes and tried to rest at last. But he couldn’t. There was no chance for him to distract himself from his inner boredom. When the flight had started, he had watched a movie. He’d read and studied his script afterwards, spent several hours getting to know his future character. Now he felt exhausted and tired, but sleep wouldn’t come. Crazy thoughts haunted him instead.
What have I accomplished in my life so far? What have I done that really made me happy? Why am I not satisfied? What is missing?
He sighed again.
His love life? A marriage doomed to fail from the very start, a couple of relationships suffering from the same fate. Quick, cold sex with an unknown woman or two.
His work? He loved it, everything. The filming, the writing, his art. But somehow nothing fully satisfied him anymore. He felt as if his art wasn’t as accomplished as it should be. Although he would never admit this to anyone.
My life’s a big pile of shit.
Another sigh.
That wasn’t true. There were lots of things that made his everyday life wonderful *and* extremely satisfying.
Henry, for example. If there was one thing he hadn’t failed at, it was him. Viggo felt proud whenever he looked at his son and their great relationship.
And it had been for Henry’s sake he was sitting in this plane now, flying towards a future he wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Henry made that decision for him. But somewhere, in a deep and dark corner of his mind, Viggo was thankful that Henry had made *this* decision for him. Perhaps it was what he needed to escape this…boring life? Midlife crisis? Dull existence?
He didn’t know. And he didn’t know if he wanted to find out at all. Anyway, it couldn’t get much worse.
Without noticing, Viggo finally drifted into his sleep.
Orlando massaged his arms. His muscles were stiff and sore, and he had no idea how to ever hold a bow again. The training was tough, and though he had improved enormously over the past few days, the pain still came back. Evening after evening.
Would it ever stop?
He flipped a page of his script and tried to concentrate. It was strange learning lines alone again. Some days ago, he’d done this together with Stuart. He was still angry and disappointed because PJ had sent him away.
Orlando had just started to consider Stuart his partner in crime on set. During the first days after everybody had arrived, the bonding between the cast members had begun almost immediately. Different groups were formed. The Hobbits had gathered together, so did the ‘older’ actors. And Orlando had stuck to Stuart.
They spent lots of time together, rehearsing, studying, at combat training. And they also hung out in their free time. Orlando soon found out how well he and Stuart clicked. They had the same taste both in music and girls. Thus, they were about to hit the clubs together – when PJ had fired him.
Orlando had felt left out at first. He then started to join the Hobbits who welcomed his presence. The guys were fun and friendly; still, Orlando felt like an intruder sometimes. He also started to spend some time with people like Beanie and Ian, just to keep all options open. They were all lovely, sure. But something was still missing, though Orlando had no idea what this could be. It was not more than a strange feeling, after all.
And now a new Aragorn was about to arrive on set. Orlando wasn’t sure what to make of PJ’s new choice. He wished for Stuart to come back, but that was not an option. On the other hand, he was curious to see what Viggo Mortensen was like. But after all, he was another one of the ‘older’ actors and probably not a new buddy for Orlando to hit the town and on the girl with.
He didn’t know what to think about the whole matter anymore. All he wanted to do was making a good movie, collecting as much experience and information as possible and, in general, just having a good time in New Zealand.
That was quite a lot already, wasn’t it?
~tbc~