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"Making Space" (VM, OB, DM)
Title: Making Space
Author: Valour
Disclaimer: I don't know these men and I certainly know nothing about their sex lives. In other words: Fiction.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A Hobbit, an Elf, and a Man are locked in a trailer...
Feedback: Would be appreciated, thank you.
Archive: Please ask.
Author's Notes: Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
k_leale for the beta and thoughts. It's always appreciated, hon. Also, the prompt was to write annoyed.
"Dom, would you fucking stop it!" Orlando bellowed.
Dom kicked the door again, just for good measure, and turned around. "What's got your knickers in a wad?"
"How long have we been trapped in here?" Viggo looked up from his sketchpad.
"An hour and a half." Orlando slumped in his chair and scowled at Viggo.
"Hmmm," Viggo hummed and looked back down.
"You'd think they'd have heard us by now." Dom paced in front of the door.
"Yes, you really would." Orlando put his head in his hands and tried not to sound too miserable.
"They’ll find us eventually," Viggo said calmly. He'd been sketching before the door had locked itself and he hadn't stopped. Orlando wished he had that kind of patience.
"We might be dead by then," Orlando muttered
"Oh, please." Dom stalked over to the mini-fridge. "There's more than enough food in here to get us through the entire weekend, mate."
"Did I say starve to death?" Orlando gritted his teeth.
Dom pulled his head out of the fridge. "What?"
"Nothing."
Dom rolled his eyes. "You're in a piss-ass mood, I'll have you know."
"You've been kicking the walls for about an hour. Kicking them. Loudly." Orlando pointed accusingly at Dom.
"Don't make me separate you." Viggo licked his finger and smudged at the pencil shadings on his page.
"Where would you put us?" Dom glanced around the small trailer.
"I'd tie you to chairs." Viggo brushed his hair out of his face.
Orlando leaned back in his chair and hollered at the top of his lungs, "Help!"
Dom quirked an eyebrow. "That didn't work the last six times you tried it. And I don't think Pete'd like it if you got laryngitis.”
"Please!" Orlando shouted.
Viggo set his pencil down. "Stop it," he said quietly, firmly.
"I want to go home." Orlando frowned. "And yes, I do know that I'm whining but I don't actually care."
"Look." Viggo folded his hands in his lap and sighed. "I know you both are a little hyper and ready to go bar trolling with the others. But we're stuck. So the best thing you can do is find some way of entertaining yourselves."
"I was entertaining myself." Dom dug around in the mini-fridge and produced a chocolate bar.
"By kicking the door?" Orlando stared at him.
"I work with what I have," Dom shrugged.
"I'm about to fucking kick *you*," Orlando grunted in frustration.
"Or you could both be asinine and beat each other up. That'd be entertaining for me at least." Viggo smiled pleasantly.
"You're being a bitch, Orli." Dom held out his chocolate bar. "Just calm the fuck down."
Orlando snatched the candy bar away. "Bite me."
"Well, we can't really beat the shite out of each other. Unless we keep it all below the neck. Pete's still mad about Vig's surfing incident." Dom crawled back over to the mini-fridge.
"Which was entirely your fault," Viggo said amiably.
"'S not my fault you clocked yourself in the head with a surfboard," Dom scoffed.
"Give me a chocolate bar." Viggo held out his hand.
Dom tossed another candy bar in their general direction.
It hit Orlando in the head.
"You fucking prat!" Orlando grabbed the candy bar and threw it back at Dom.
Being Legolas had significantly affected his aim.
"Oi! What the hell?" Dom rubbed his forehead. "You bastard."
"I'm a bastard? I'm not the one throwing candy around the god damned trailer!"
"What?" Dom threw his hands up in the air. "I threw it at myself?"
Viggo arched an eyebrow.
"Jesus, you're being such an insufferable arse." Dom stood up.
"Me?" Orlando pulled himself out of the chair. "What about you? You hyperactive cunt."
"Are you two going to fuck or fucking get over it?" Viggo reached out and snagged Orlando's chocolate bar from the arm of the chair.
Both Dom and Orlando stopped and looked away from each other to stare at Viggo.
"I'm just saying," Viggo shrugged, unwrapping the chocolate.
"I...." Orlando opened and shut his mouth.
"What the fuck?" Dom asked weakly.
"I don't mind, really. It's a little more personal than I thought we'd all get. But if you have to, I'm sure we can clear a space on the floor." Viggo took a bite.
Orlando coughed.
Dom opened his mouth to reply and then just sighed.
"Or we can find a pack of cards and find another way to entertain ourselves until someone comes to rescue us." Viggo smiled.
"I'll get the cards." Orlando climbed over the chairs and went hunting through his duffel bag.
Dom hastily bent back down to the fridge. "I'll get the chocolate."
Author: Valour
Disclaimer: I don't know these men and I certainly know nothing about their sex lives. In other words: Fiction.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A Hobbit, an Elf, and a Man are locked in a trailer...
Feedback: Would be appreciated, thank you.
Archive: Please ask.
Author's Notes: Thank you to
k_leale for the beta and thoughts. It's always appreciated, hon. Also, the prompt was to write annoyed."Dom, would you fucking stop it!" Orlando bellowed.
Dom kicked the door again, just for good measure, and turned around. "What's got your knickers in a wad?"
"How long have we been trapped in here?" Viggo looked up from his sketchpad.
"An hour and a half." Orlando slumped in his chair and scowled at Viggo.
"Hmmm," Viggo hummed and looked back down.
"You'd think they'd have heard us by now." Dom paced in front of the door.
"Yes, you really would." Orlando put his head in his hands and tried not to sound too miserable.
"They’ll find us eventually," Viggo said calmly. He'd been sketching before the door had locked itself and he hadn't stopped. Orlando wished he had that kind of patience.
"We might be dead by then," Orlando muttered
"Oh, please." Dom stalked over to the mini-fridge. "There's more than enough food in here to get us through the entire weekend, mate."
"Did I say starve to death?" Orlando gritted his teeth.
Dom pulled his head out of the fridge. "What?"
"Nothing."
Dom rolled his eyes. "You're in a piss-ass mood, I'll have you know."
"You've been kicking the walls for about an hour. Kicking them. Loudly." Orlando pointed accusingly at Dom.
"Don't make me separate you." Viggo licked his finger and smudged at the pencil shadings on his page.
"Where would you put us?" Dom glanced around the small trailer.
"I'd tie you to chairs." Viggo brushed his hair out of his face.
Orlando leaned back in his chair and hollered at the top of his lungs, "Help!"
Dom quirked an eyebrow. "That didn't work the last six times you tried it. And I don't think Pete'd like it if you got laryngitis.”
"Please!" Orlando shouted.
Viggo set his pencil down. "Stop it," he said quietly, firmly.
"I want to go home." Orlando frowned. "And yes, I do know that I'm whining but I don't actually care."
"Look." Viggo folded his hands in his lap and sighed. "I know you both are a little hyper and ready to go bar trolling with the others. But we're stuck. So the best thing you can do is find some way of entertaining yourselves."
"I was entertaining myself." Dom dug around in the mini-fridge and produced a chocolate bar.
"By kicking the door?" Orlando stared at him.
"I work with what I have," Dom shrugged.
"I'm about to fucking kick *you*," Orlando grunted in frustration.
"Or you could both be asinine and beat each other up. That'd be entertaining for me at least." Viggo smiled pleasantly.
"You're being a bitch, Orli." Dom held out his chocolate bar. "Just calm the fuck down."
Orlando snatched the candy bar away. "Bite me."
"Well, we can't really beat the shite out of each other. Unless we keep it all below the neck. Pete's still mad about Vig's surfing incident." Dom crawled back over to the mini-fridge.
"Which was entirely your fault," Viggo said amiably.
"'S not my fault you clocked yourself in the head with a surfboard," Dom scoffed.
"Give me a chocolate bar." Viggo held out his hand.
Dom tossed another candy bar in their general direction.
It hit Orlando in the head.
"You fucking prat!" Orlando grabbed the candy bar and threw it back at Dom.
Being Legolas had significantly affected his aim.
"Oi! What the hell?" Dom rubbed his forehead. "You bastard."
"I'm a bastard? I'm not the one throwing candy around the god damned trailer!"
"What?" Dom threw his hands up in the air. "I threw it at myself?"
Viggo arched an eyebrow.
"Jesus, you're being such an insufferable arse." Dom stood up.
"Me?" Orlando pulled himself out of the chair. "What about you? You hyperactive cunt."
"Are you two going to fuck or fucking get over it?" Viggo reached out and snagged Orlando's chocolate bar from the arm of the chair.
Both Dom and Orlando stopped and looked away from each other to stare at Viggo.
"I'm just saying," Viggo shrugged, unwrapping the chocolate.
"I...." Orlando opened and shut his mouth.
"What the fuck?" Dom asked weakly.
"I don't mind, really. It's a little more personal than I thought we'd all get. But if you have to, I'm sure we can clear a space on the floor." Viggo took a bite.
Orlando coughed.
Dom opened his mouth to reply and then just sighed.
"Or we can find a pack of cards and find another way to entertain ourselves until someone comes to rescue us." Viggo smiled.
"I'll get the cards." Orlando climbed over the chairs and went hunting through his duffel bag.
Dom hastily bent back down to the fridge. "I'll get the chocolate."
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Hee!
"I don't mind, really. It's a little more personal than I thought we'd all get. But if you have to, I'm sure we can clear a space on the floor."
Hee heeee!!
Great work. V. funny :)
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So, major and major kudos on a lovely fic and avoiding the evils of Viggorli. I loved it.
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Thank you for the feedback.
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"I'll get the cards." Orlando climbed over the chairs and went hunting through his duffel bag.
Dom hastily bent back down to the fridge. "I'll get the chocolate."
ROTFL!!!
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Dorli! YAY!
Love it!
> ^ _ ^ <
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Anyway, bang on with those characterizations. Definately exactly what I needed on a rainy day.