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Intelligence, Viggorli, PG-13
Title: Intelligence
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: PG-13
Beta'd: The wonderful and spectacular thirdorange
Disclaimer: Not mine. *sniffles* Perhaps I could have Dom though?
Summary: Orlando notices things about Viggo. For the Flashfic-a-thon, written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thalassatx as a Viggorli that was supposed to be sensual.
Warning: Angst!
Orlando always tended to think of Viggo as the smart one. Orlando was the eye candy, the pretty one, but Viggo was the one who had the great ideas. He took pictures and was artistic and intellectual, never wavering from the calm, collected intelligence he radiated. Methodical, planned, always knowing where he was going to go next, always knowing exactly what to say to each person he encountered.
*~*
“It’s looks like he’s freezing his arse off, Viggo.”
“I think it looks good. Except my ears are too big. And my nose. Can we Photoshop out my nose?” Dominic peered over Orlando’s shoulder looking at the picture of himself.
“No, Dom. I think the picture is beautiful. You’re beautiful, Dominic. That’s all there is to it.”
“I think he’s ugly. The scariest looking Brit I’ve ever seen.” That crack had earned Orlando a smack on the head.
“Look who’s talking, elf boy.” Dominic hurdled the couch and squished in between Orlando and Viggo.
“Nah, Orlando’s pretty too. Not as pretty as Elijah, but he’s up there.” Viggo continued to flip through the photos and pulled out one of Elijah under a tree. “Look at him. This kid is fucking gorgeous. No wonder they chose him to play Frodo.”
Orlando could never understand how Viggo could see the beauty in the dorky ball of kitty hair that was Elijah Wood.
“He just catches shadows and it’s like light clings to him. He’s great to photograph.” Viggo stared out the window before standing up. “I’d love to sit and chat it up with you boys for a little while longer, but the sun is calling me. And who am I to ignore the weather? See ya later, kid.”
He ruffled Orlando’s hair and headed for the door.
*~*
Viggo portrayed Aragorn with an uncanny perfection. There was never a moment when Viggo was in costume where Orlando didn’t believe on some other level, Viggo was Aragorn. It was like he belonged there, living this life, being this hero. Even sometimes when he was out of costume, you could look at him and believe he belonged in Middle Earth.
*~*
“I think the real question here is would Legolas really do that? I mean, he’s an elf. He’s poised, he’s confident; he’s the freaking Prince of Mirkwood for heaven’s sake. Would he ball up and cry over Gandalf?”
Orlando stopped to ponder this, the hobbits watching him intently.
“Orli, of course he wouldn’t! Heck, he’s probably never seen death before and it’s probably freaking him out. If you do anything during this shot Orlando you should be looking at everyone in surprise. Complete and utter shock.”
Viggo always knew exactly what to do. Orlando had decided on a number of occasions that they should scrap all the other actors and let Viggo play everyone. He had always resigned himself, though, to the fact that Viggo was made to play Aragorn.
He loved to watch him work. He had an unexplainable beauty that was enchanting to Orlando, and often he would lose his place and they would have to start a scene over to compensate for a distracted Orlando.
*~*
And he perpetuated this preciseness when he was alone with Orlando. His fingers always trailed at the right angles, his lips always applied pressure for the right amount of time. He could drive Orlando up a wall in a matter of seconds.
*~*
They never shagged. The two of them always made love. Always slow, much to Orlando’s discomfort in the beginning. He had grown accustomed to it though and welcomed the instances when they were together and it seemed as though time stopped.
Viggo was never loud. He always mumbled in Orlando’s ear. And when he came, he would squeeze Orlando’s shoulders and lean his forehead into Orlando’s back.
*~*
And his attention to details had even seeped into their relationship. He always felt the need to define it, to reiterate that it was a on set thing, never leaving New Zealand, even though he had bridged that over one Christmas and visited Orlando in England.
*~*
“This is only something that can last until this is over, you know that right?”
“Viggo, you tell me this every time. We lie here and I try and enjoy the silence, and you always remind me that this will be over in a few months. I know, but I don’t want to think about that right now.”
“Then when are you going to think about it, Orlando? When I get on the plane back to the States? When Peter says ‘that’s a wrap!’ on the last day of filming? You can’t go on living in this dream. You’ll hurt yourself in the end, because all of a sudden it’ll be over and you’ll be alone!”
“Viggo, I’ve resigned myself to the fact this is going to have to end. But this was a fling. Something that happened because we both needed something to cling to.”
Viggo looked at Orlando, somewhat hurt. Perhaps he was expecting this to mean more to Orlando than it did. And perhaps Orlando was denying what it really meant to him.
*~*
But Orlando had played the game more than Viggo. He knew exactly how to distance himself and exactly how to not fall in love. Viggo was the smart one, but Orlando knew what was really going on and how to live. And when Viggo’s back retreated down the terminal, Orlando shrugged and turned away, knowing that it was just another beautiful person he had met.
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: PG-13
Beta'd: The wonderful and spectacular thirdorange
Disclaimer: Not mine. *sniffles* Perhaps I could have Dom though?
Summary: Orlando notices things about Viggo. For the Flashfic-a-thon, written for
thalassatx as a Viggorli that was supposed to be sensual.Warning: Angst!
Orlando always tended to think of Viggo as the smart one. Orlando was the eye candy, the pretty one, but Viggo was the one who had the great ideas. He took pictures and was artistic and intellectual, never wavering from the calm, collected intelligence he radiated. Methodical, planned, always knowing where he was going to go next, always knowing exactly what to say to each person he encountered.
*~*
“It’s looks like he’s freezing his arse off, Viggo.”
“I think it looks good. Except my ears are too big. And my nose. Can we Photoshop out my nose?” Dominic peered over Orlando’s shoulder looking at the picture of himself.
“No, Dom. I think the picture is beautiful. You’re beautiful, Dominic. That’s all there is to it.”
“I think he’s ugly. The scariest looking Brit I’ve ever seen.” That crack had earned Orlando a smack on the head.
“Look who’s talking, elf boy.” Dominic hurdled the couch and squished in between Orlando and Viggo.
“Nah, Orlando’s pretty too. Not as pretty as Elijah, but he’s up there.” Viggo continued to flip through the photos and pulled out one of Elijah under a tree. “Look at him. This kid is fucking gorgeous. No wonder they chose him to play Frodo.”
Orlando could never understand how Viggo could see the beauty in the dorky ball of kitty hair that was Elijah Wood.
“He just catches shadows and it’s like light clings to him. He’s great to photograph.” Viggo stared out the window before standing up. “I’d love to sit and chat it up with you boys for a little while longer, but the sun is calling me. And who am I to ignore the weather? See ya later, kid.”
He ruffled Orlando’s hair and headed for the door.
*~*
Viggo portrayed Aragorn with an uncanny perfection. There was never a moment when Viggo was in costume where Orlando didn’t believe on some other level, Viggo was Aragorn. It was like he belonged there, living this life, being this hero. Even sometimes when he was out of costume, you could look at him and believe he belonged in Middle Earth.
*~*
“I think the real question here is would Legolas really do that? I mean, he’s an elf. He’s poised, he’s confident; he’s the freaking Prince of Mirkwood for heaven’s sake. Would he ball up and cry over Gandalf?”
Orlando stopped to ponder this, the hobbits watching him intently.
“Orli, of course he wouldn’t! Heck, he’s probably never seen death before and it’s probably freaking him out. If you do anything during this shot Orlando you should be looking at everyone in surprise. Complete and utter shock.”
Viggo always knew exactly what to do. Orlando had decided on a number of occasions that they should scrap all the other actors and let Viggo play everyone. He had always resigned himself, though, to the fact that Viggo was made to play Aragorn.
He loved to watch him work. He had an unexplainable beauty that was enchanting to Orlando, and often he would lose his place and they would have to start a scene over to compensate for a distracted Orlando.
*~*
And he perpetuated this preciseness when he was alone with Orlando. His fingers always trailed at the right angles, his lips always applied pressure for the right amount of time. He could drive Orlando up a wall in a matter of seconds.
*~*
They never shagged. The two of them always made love. Always slow, much to Orlando’s discomfort in the beginning. He had grown accustomed to it though and welcomed the instances when they were together and it seemed as though time stopped.
Viggo was never loud. He always mumbled in Orlando’s ear. And when he came, he would squeeze Orlando’s shoulders and lean his forehead into Orlando’s back.
*~*
And his attention to details had even seeped into their relationship. He always felt the need to define it, to reiterate that it was a on set thing, never leaving New Zealand, even though he had bridged that over one Christmas and visited Orlando in England.
*~*
“This is only something that can last until this is over, you know that right?”
“Viggo, you tell me this every time. We lie here and I try and enjoy the silence, and you always remind me that this will be over in a few months. I know, but I don’t want to think about that right now.”
“Then when are you going to think about it, Orlando? When I get on the plane back to the States? When Peter says ‘that’s a wrap!’ on the last day of filming? You can’t go on living in this dream. You’ll hurt yourself in the end, because all of a sudden it’ll be over and you’ll be alone!”
“Viggo, I’ve resigned myself to the fact this is going to have to end. But this was a fling. Something that happened because we both needed something to cling to.”
Viggo looked at Orlando, somewhat hurt. Perhaps he was expecting this to mean more to Orlando than it did. And perhaps Orlando was denying what it really meant to him.
*~*
But Orlando had played the game more than Viggo. He knew exactly how to distance himself and exactly how to not fall in love. Viggo was the smart one, but Orlando knew what was really going on and how to live. And when Viggo’s back retreated down the terminal, Orlando shrugged and turned away, knowing that it was just another beautiful person he had met.
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