Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: changeling@planetx.org

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB

Summary: Is this or is this not the right Viggo?

Archive: Please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: AU, romance, sap, some angst, creepiness, toy use. 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: Dedicated to those who have lost a loved one. 

Thanks to Linda, whose chatty Orli in "Pure Love" and "Infinite Love" was such an inspiration for my Orli.  *mwah*

Posted July 7, 2003

Bollocks. 

Okay, this is officially _the_ most embarrassing moment of my entire life. I don´t think that there´s a fissure deep enough for me to hide in. The Marianas Trench is probably a good start, but I think it´s a bit shallow for my needs. 

At least everyone else is just as stunned as I am. Especially this Viggo. 

Sean is the first one to break the silence. "All right, Orli, you win. We´ll pay you your three hundred bucks next week." 

I feel tempted to throw myself at Sean´s feet and kiss them for saving my arse. Fuck, if I was female, I´d propose to him right now and offer to bear his children. 

Billy shakes himself and says, "I told you that it was a daft bet." 

Okay, make that two proposals. I love these guys. 

´Lij looks like he´s about to say, "What bet?"  but Dom whacks him before he can blurt it out. 

Viggo blinks and says mildly, "That´s a good one, gentlemen." 

Uh oh, Peter is actually furrowing his brow a bit. Oh god, he´s royally pissed. The hobbits see it, too, and we hold our breath. 

Viggo turns to Peter and says, "Don´t worry about it. You told me that the cast is one big family, so it´s natural that they´d want to tease the new step-brother." 

I think Peter is still stunned. Viggo continues, "Besides, I´m really flattered that such a pretty elf would, um, want to make sure that I´d feel welcome." 

I see the furrow disappearing. We let out a collective sigh of relief. 

"All right, then," Peter says, going back into director mode. He quickly introduces us to Viggo and then says, "Shall we start shooting Weathertop?" 

The hobbits nod and we all head off. I have a few scenes to shoot on the second unit, but I´m done pretty fast. I dash over to the Weathertop set as quickly as I can. 

This is going to be interesting, because Viggo hasn´t had any sword training. I see Bob giving Viggo some last minute pointers. 

However, I feel a stab of disappointment as I closely look at his eyes. I remember my Viggo originally telling me that he knew that I had returned as soon as we locked gazes. And although I see a handsome man with beautiful eyes, my heart is not leaping. Somehow, somewhere, fate has decided to have a joke on me. 

"All right, places people!"  Peter says, jolting me to attention. 

The hobbits, Viggo, and the stuntmen line up on their marks. 

"And...action!" 

I hold my breath as I watch this Viggo fight. Oh my god, he´s breathtaking. I can´t believe how natural he is with a sword. And he sinks into Aragorn´s mindset immediately. I have no trouble believing that he´s an experienced swordsman fiercely protecting a bunch of hobbits. 

"Cut! That´s a wrap, people!" 

We all applaud. Elijah claps Viggo on the back and says, "That was great, man! Want to come down to the pub and have a drink with all of us?" 

Dom chimes in with, "We promise the elf won´t snog you this time." 

Viggo laughs. "I´m afraid that I´ll have to turn you down today. I just got off the plane." 

I say, "No problem, man, get some rest. We´ll have plenty of time later." 

Viggo waves to us. Elijah looks at me sternly and says, "And no excuses from you, Orli, we need to talk." 

I nod meekly. I´m out of make-up before they are, but I wait around until they´re ready before we head down to one of our usual hangouts. 

We´ve ordered our first round when Elijah starts in on me. 

"All right, Orli, give. What the fuck happened today? Or do you normally stick your tongue down the throats of guys named after your boyfriend?" 

"Maybe I should change my name to Viggo," Dom says. 

"Sod off. You´re not going to believe me, but he looks a lot like my Viggo. I just lost it for a moment there and thought it was him." 

"You´re shitting me!"  Elijah says, "That is just _so_ weird!" 

"Tell me about it," I reply. My drink arrives and I chug it down. I immediately signal for more alcohol. 

"Maybe Viggo had cousins? I mean, how many people are named Viggo?"  Billy adds helpfully. 

No, Billy, I have a better idea. Fate is such a cruel bitch that I bet that if only one other person in the world was named Viggo, he´d still find me no matter where I was living. 

I´m tempted to tell Billy my theory, but I hold my tongue. Instead, I say, "Probably more than you think. Forget about it, man, I´m sure it´s just one of those freak coincidences." 

"That´s just too strange, though," Dom says. 

I shrug. "Either way, I´m happy that you guys saved my daft arse today. Drinks are on me."  The hobbits whoop in appreciation. I turn to Sean, "And as for you, mate, I want to have your child." 

He chuckles and says, "You´ll have to work that out with Christine."  ****

The next day, I find Viggo in the make-up trailer. 

"Good morning, Orlando," he says. 

"Uh, hey, Viggo."  I start fidgeting. "Uh...look, I´m really sorry about yesterday..."

He holds up his hand. "It´s alright. As the new person, I kind of expect a bit of hazing. Especially in a tight knit group." 

"We´re really not that bad, you know. Honest." 

His eyes twinkle. And I´ll have to admit that he looks quite attractive now. Too attractive. Time to change the subject. 

"Um, anyway, I´m sure you´ll have no trouble fitting into our family."  Shuffling a bit, I look at his make-up mirror. There´s a picture stuck onto the side and I lean in to have a squint at it. He´s posing with a young boy. 

"That´s a cute kid," I say. 

"Thanks, he´s my son." 

Son??? My Viggo never had a son. Shit, don´t gawp, Orli. Say something..."Um, er, so will you be relocating him out here with your wife?" 

Viggo says, "I´m divorced. Henry´s staying in L.A. with his mother." 

"And she doesn´t resent it?" 

"No, we´re still friends." 

Bugger it all, this is _definitely_ different. Do I need any more convincing? 

"By the way," I say, "call me Orli. By the time you´re done saying my name, I´d be kilometers away." 

"Unfortunately, I don´t have a short version of my name, Orli," he says, his throaty voice giving my nickname somewhat of a purr. Shit, his voice is a pretty close facsimile. It just sounds...I dunno, younger, I guess. 

"Oh, I´m sure we´ll inflict one on you," I say with a laugh as I plop into my make-up chair. "So, tell me a bit about yourself, since I´m going to be stuck here for a bit." 

"Well, I was born in America, but my father moved us around a lot. I lived in Venezuela, Argentina, and Denmark when I was young. After my parents divorced, I returned to New York as a teenager, and then I moved to Denmark after I graduated from college." 

Hmm, I just thought of something wild..."Have you ever been to England?"  I ask a bit overeagerly. Fortunately, it looks like he´s still jetlagged, so he misses that. 

"I had passed through London at one point," he says before he goes on to tell me about his life in Denmark before he finally moved permanently back to the States; and then he tells me how he got into acting. I only listen with half an ear; I was hoping that he had actually stayed in London, so that I could see if he had been near my Viggo´s house. 

As he´s finishing up, I smile. His make-up was finished by the time he was halfway through his story, but he decided to stay around to keep me entertained. 

I´m done now, so I pop in my contacts and we go off to costuming. 

"Alright, Orli, it´s your turn now," he says with a grin as we walk together. I´ll have to admit, he has a damn beautiful smile. 

"I think I´ll bore you. It´s not really as interesting as your life." 

He laughs. "And you´re being modest. Peter told me about your daredevil antics while we were waiting for Fran to come get me yesterday." 

I flush a bit. "Um, he did?"  Shit, I wonder what else he told Viggo? 

Viggo says mildly, "Actually, he told me that New Zealand had a lot of dangerous sports and that he would like me to stay away from them ´unlike a certain elf.´"

"Er..." Great, say something, Bloom. 

He smirks at me. Okay, there´s a trait he shares with my Viggo. He´s a smug bastard. "So, tell me, Orli, what possesses you to throw yourself out of planes?" 

Shit, can´t tell him the entire story. "I broke my back on my 21st birthday, and it changed my perspective on life." 

"I would think that you´d be less likely to do anything dangerous after that." 

I shake my head. "I was different before the accident. You wouldn´t believe it now, but I was totally soured on everything. It kind of opened my eyes to what I was missing, you know?"  Why in the fuck am I telling him this? Because, you git, you keep thinking it´s your Viggo, but it´s not. 

Oh man, and he´s paying complete attention to what I´m saying. Just like my Viggo. This is not helping. 

We reach costuming by now. I grin at him, "Looks like we´ll have to continue this later. Time to hit the old grindstone again." 

Viggo says, "Orli, working here will be anything _but_ boring." 

"I agree." 

The rest of the week is a haze because we have so much work to make up for. Friday finally rolls around, and the hobbits and I invite Viggo over to the pub. 

He politely turns us down. "No thanks. I have a lot to catch up on, and I thought that I would spend Saturday morning riding." 

"That´s a fantastic idea!"  I blurt out, "May I join you?"  I need to study him some more. 

"Of course, Orli," he smiles. "I´ll be by around 8."  Bugger, I wish he wouldn´t look like so beautiful when he does that. 

I go off to the pub with the hobbits, but I keep my drinking at a minimum, so I can be up and ready early Saturday morning. 

Viggo comes by to pick me up, and we chat on the way there. He´s very knowledgeable about a wide variety of subjects, and we fill the time quickly. 

I feel a warm fuzzy in my heart as I watch him play with the horses before we ride out. He catches me looking at him. 

"Aragorn´s supposed to be able to talk to the fauna of Middle Earth. The more I work with the horses, the easier they´ll feel around me," he explains. 

"And here I was thinking that you´re a softie for animals," I joke. 

He smiles again. "I am. I have a spoiled dog at home." 

"That makes two of us. I had to leave Maude behind." 

We inevitably fall into trading stories about our dogs, and I´m just amazed at how easy it is to open up to him. And this time it´s not the fact that he looks like my Viggo. There´s just something so giving about him that I just want to tell him everything. 

I eventually blurt out, "Viggo isn´t a common Danish name, is it?" 

"Not incredibly, why do you ask?" 

"Um, because my boyfriend was also named Viggo." 

Viggo says softly, "My condolences, Orli." 

What? Did I say...oh wait, I did. Sharp of him to pick up on that. 

"Shit, I´m sorry. That´s not really something I should bring up when we barely know each other," I apologize. 

"It´s all right, Orli. I´m actually honored that you´re willing to share something that personal and painful with me. I realize that my name may make working together difficult, but I hope you won´t hold it against me," he says. 

"No, don´t worry about it. I know you´re not him." 

He gathers me into a hug. God, those big arms are incredibly comforting. Still not like my Viggo´s, but nice, nonetheless. 

"Come on, let´s ride out and then get some lunch after we´re done," he offers. 

"Deal." 

***

As the days go on, I start drawing inevitable comparisons between the two Viggos. This Viggo is a bit more of a wild man. Sleeps outdoors in his costume, goes fishing when he fancies it. He´s got a wicked sense of humor, and he´s prone to do the maddest things on impulse, like eating fresh roadkill. However, he also shares my Viggo´s quietness, artistic talents, and generosity. 

Especially his generosity. He takes me under his wing, and just gives me tons of acting tips. I´m awed by his complete devotion to his role, as well as the fact that he´s so compassionate. He just seems to know when someone is having problems, and always seems to know the right thing to say. 

His warmness began to draw me dangerously close to him, so I started needling him to keep a comfortable emotional distance. Like I´m doing today. 

"Hey, filthy humans!"  I yell out. "It´s time for Sean´s death scene!" 

Viggo and Sean stop their game of chess and start walking towards me. 

Sean says, "I think the elf is getting too rowdy."  I stick my tongue out at him while the props people fasten the arrows onto his costume. 

"Say that some more and you´ll get an elf arrow to add to your collection." 

Sean says gruffly, "As if one of those prissy things would show up next to these manly orc bolts." 

Oh really? "Viggo! He called my arrows prissy." 

"Well, they are," Viggo says mildly. 

"Filthy humans!"  I growl after I blow a raspberry at him. I´m really tempted to tackle one of them, but we´ve been admonished strongly about any physical horsing around while in make-up. I wind up pouting instead. 

Vig and Sean laugh. I´m about to retort with something witty when Peter booms out, "Places!" 

We immediately stop joking and get on our marks. Sean lies down on the leaves, and Viggo positions himself above him. I´m actually pretty eager to do this scene, because they were up late last night working out some of the dialog with Fran and Peter. They told me in the Cuntebago that they´re probably going to improvise the rest. 

"And, action!" 

Sean starts delivering his lines. God, he is just so on with this bit. He captures everything that´s tragic and noble about Boromir. But it´s Viggo who gets my attention. 

Fuck, he´s captured Aragorn´s grief perfectly. Almost too perfectly. I start thinking of how my Viggo looked at me as I was dying, and the look is amazingly similar. My heart starts breaking again. 

I get so caught up in the scene that I almost forget my cue. I run in and slow down. They pull in for a reaction shot...

"Cut!" 

What? "Orlando, that´s a great expression, but only if you´re a human. Elves don´t understand death," Peter says. 

Fuck, forgot myself. I fluff the next two takes, but Sean and Viggo are fine with it. Bean even jokes that he´s glad that I´m blowing my scenes, because he gets to have Viggo on top of him longer. 

Peter gives us a lunch break and I wind up sitting next to Viggo in the canteen. 

"What´s bothering you?"  he says softly. 

Bollocks, I can´t hide anything from him. "Just bad memories associated with death." 

He puts his hand over mine and says, "It´s understandable." 

His hand is warm and slightly rough. Damnit, Orli, don´t you dare go there. 

I pull my hand away and say, "I´ve got to get something from my trailer." 

I trudge on over, trying to turn this over in my head. Wait, what the...

"WHO THE FUCK DUCT TAPED MY TRAILER?!" 

I can´t believe it. My entire trailer is completely wrapped up. Fuck. 

I see Dom scurrying away. As I´m sputtering, a camera flashes. Viggo lowers it, grinning like mad. 

"Gotcha, elf boy," he laughs. 

Wanker, I´m going to have to pay him back. Either way, that snaps me out of my doldrums. I briefly think about tackling him again, but Ngila and Diana will rip off my bollocks and fry them up if anything happens to my costume and wig. 

Peter calls us back, and we have no trouble filming the rest of the scene. As we´re doing so, I start plotting my revenge. Hmm, I have only a half-day of filming tomorrow, and the day after that off...

Two days later, I sneak into Viggo´s trailer early in the morning and fill it full of dead fish and fake shit. He´s going to love this one, because he´s got a late makeup call. 

Unfortunately, Peter sees me and flags me down to talk about a script change. He drags me off and we discuss it a bit. However, by the time we´re done, I still have time to spare before Viggo arrives. I sneak back to his trailer and look for a good hiding place. 

A heavy body suddenly comes out of the shadows and tackles me. I squeak in surprise as we both tumble on the ground. I wrestle with whoever it is, but he´s much stronger than I am and he eventually rolls me onto my back. I blink and squeak again when I notice that I´m looking up into Viggo´s green eyes. 

"So, elf boy," he says, his body pressing down on my own. Oh god, he feels good... "I came in early and found your ´present.´" His voice is incredibly raspy now, and I feel a stir in my cock. Shit! Stop that right now, Orli! 

I try to squirm away from him, but he pins one of my arms to the ground. With his free hand, he rucks my t-shirt up and starts tickling me. I start giggling, and he continues until I´m almost shrieking. I finally fling him off and roll over onto my stomach, laughing. 

"Filthy human," I giggle as he grabs my legs again. 

"Orlando..." Viggo says, his voice full of concern. 

I look over my shoulder and ask, "What is it?" 

His eyes lock with mine and his hand slowly reaches out to touch my exposed back. Oh god, he´s tracing my scar, and that light caress is sending my pulse fluttering. I feel a sudden rush of lust shoot through me. Goddamnit, don´t think that way, Orli! 

Someone calls Viggo´s name and he lets me go. "We´ll finish this later," he says with a throaty purr. Oh shit, I feel myself getting immensely hard from the promise in his voice. So much like my Viggo... 

I drive home as fast as I can, my nerves burning from the fantasies of my Viggo now filling my head. I try to squelch them, but they won´t stop, so I decide to give in and have a nice long wank when I get home. 

I immediately run upstairs and strip. God, my body is just screaming right now, so I grab my toy from a box I keep under the bed. I also grab some silicone lube and a condom out of the nightstand before I hop into the shower. 

Just using my hand wasn´t doing enough for me; so shortly after I arrived in New Zealand, I bought this waterproof vibrator. Unfortunately, the only design that came close to Viggo´s thickness only came in jelly rubber, so condoms are a must when I use this toy. 

I turn on the taps, letting the hot water soak into my skin before I unroll the condom onto the vibrator. 

I close my eyes and start stroking my neck, thinking of my Viggo. He loved to caress my neck, splaying his big fingers over it...mmmm. 

I skim my hands lower, circling and pinching my nipples, letting the hot water pounding against my body remind me of Viggo´s mouth, licking and sucking...oh god... I want his hot cock now. 

I grab the lube and squeeze some onto my fingers. I make small noises as I ease them in, remembering how careful Viggo was during our last night together, and the look in his eyes as he made me gasp. After I open myself up, I lube up the vibrator. 

I whimper softly as I tease my entrance with it. Viggo loved to do that, rub his hard cock around until I begged him...

"Oh god, fuck me," I whisper as I ease the toy in. 

I arch back...oh, so good...he´s filling me so much now. I start stroking my cock before I flick it on, moaning loudly as small shocks begin shooting through my body, remembering how Viggo´s cock used to make me tingle inside as he fucked me hard, driving himself deep into me and making me tremble...oh god, yes...the cobalt blue eyes above me fade into grey-green. Stop that...I try to re-picture Viggo´s clean-shaven face, but it quickly fades into one covered with stubble. 

"Viggo!"  I scream as I come, and I´m not sure which one I´m talking about. 

****

Weeks go by, and it´s hard not to stare at Viggo, to watch him. I really shouldn´t be doing this, but like a moth to a flame, I can´t help feeling being drawn to him. I have to keep telling myself over and over that he´s not my love, and that it´s just loneliness talking. 

Strangely enough, even though we keep needling each other and wrestling quite a bit, he never initiates anything else, which is fine by me. I´m confused enough as is. 

We´re filming a scene in Edoras today, and I´m muttering to myself in Elvish when Viggo approaches me. "Don´t worry about it, you´ll do fine," he murmurs, noticing how nervous I look. 

Yeah, but I have to touch your hand and look into your eyes for this scene. "I guess..."

"Places, people!"  Peter calls. 

I line up on my mark. 

"Action!" 

Viggo walks on. "Le abdollen", I say before I look him over. "You look terrible." 

He laughs, and his face lights up so much that my heart skips a beat. Bugger, come on, Orli, you can do this. Grab his hand, don´t think about how nice it feels, and put the Evenstar into his palm. Okay, good. 

He looks deep into my eyes and I feel my heart skip a beat. Shit. Focus, damnit. 

He grabs my shoulder and squeezes it. While I´m looking at him, Viggo suddenly drags me against his body and kisses me fiercely, his tongue possessively wrapping around mine. On instinct, I respond, melting into him. Tingles shoot up my spine when Viggo´s hand reaches around to grab my arse. Fuck! I think I just made a small moan. 

"Cut!"  Peter shouts, his voice bringing me back to reality. I feel Viggo pulling back, and he ends the kiss with a tiny nip to my lower lip. 

He grins at me, his eyes completely alight with mischief. I´m completely stunned, and I don´t realize that my jaw is hanging open until he pushes it closed and says quietly, "I told you we´d finish this." 

The crew is hooting and making catcalls. 

I hear one of the female crewmembers saying, "If anyone wants a copy of that take, it´ll be ten dollars." 

I come back to my senses and I growl, "Filthy human!"  before I try to grab him. He darts out of the way, and I start chasing him around, even though Diana is shrieking, "MIND THE WIGS, DAMNIT!" 

Before I can catch him, Peter restores some semblance of order. Since we´re a bit ahead of schedule today, he actually doesn´t say anything to us. However, the rest of the crew has quite a few saucy comments. Although I do get tweaked a bit, no one mentions the moan, thank god, which probably means that they didn´t hear it. What´s odd is that Viggo doesn´t mention it either. 

The second take goes without incident, and we have tomorrow off, so that´ll give everyone time to settle down. 

Early in the morning, though, Viggo calls me up and says, "Let´s go camping, elf boy." 

"Um, what?"  Did I hear him right? 

"It´s my peace offering. Just one night and one day. Unless you´d rather do something else?" 

I should turn him down, but instead, I say, "N-no. Camping´s fine." 

"I´ll be by to pick you up." 

Shit! I just realized..." I don´t have anything on me."

"Don´t worry, I´ve got it covered."  Damnit, Viggo, I wish you wouldn´t. 

"All right, see you in a bit, then. Bye." 

"Bye." 

He arrives in record time, and I hop into his car. As usual, Viggo has no plans as to where he´s going, so he just drives until we reach a spot in the middle of nowhere that he likes. It´s dark by the time we find it, so he rolls out sleeping bags for the two of us, and starts a fire, refusing to let me help. He brought a cooler, so I crack it open and help myself to his beer. 

When he´s done, we both settle down, eat, have more drinks, and chat. It´s a clear night, and I can see the stars shining above us. I lie back on my sleeping bag after we´re done and let out a gusty sigh. 

Viggo´s looking at me with that intense gaze of his. I smile at him. "I used to dream about drifting weightless in the sky with the stars. I would float around, and the stars never got bigger, they were just these little pinpoints of light. If I drifted close enough I could catch one and just hold it in my hand, watching it as it glittered in my palm," I say dreamily. 

He sits down close to me and murmurs softly, "Didn´t know you were such a romantic." 

"I´m full of surprises, old man."  I say, laughing. I turn onto my side to look at him. Viggo shifts and settles down on his side, about a hair´s breath from my body, facing me. 

"Yes, you are," he whispers. 

I sigh. His scent curls around me, smoky and with a hint of something exotic. The crackling fire causes his eyes to gleam with a feral light. His eyes are burning into mine, and I feel my cock getting hard in response. Shit, no. 

I quickly roll away and sit up. "´Scuse me, gotta take a piss. Beer´s running right through me." 

I duck into the forest, needing some air. He´s not your Viggo, you pillock. Remember that. Stop lusting after him. 

I wait a bit and then come back to camp, hoping that he´s gone to sleep. Thankfully, he´s dozed off, so I strip down to my briefs and my t-shirt before I crawl into my sleeping bag. 

In the middle of the night, I´m awakening by Viggo. He´s thrashing around in his bag, and moaning loudly, as if he´s fighting something. 

"Viggo!"  I say firmly. He doesn´t hear me. I unzip my bag and lean over to shake him. "Viggo, wake up!" 

His eyes are wild as he looks at me. "Viggo, it´s me, Orlando," I say firmly. His eyes clear and he shakes his head. 

"What?"  he says, confused. 

"You were having a nightmare." 

He tries to focus on me. Oh fuck, he´s trembling. 

I unzip my sleeping bag and his. Before he can protest, I crawl into his bag and wrap my arms around his large body. 

"Want to talk?"  I murmur softly. 

"Oh god, I dreamt of graves, Orlando. I was in lying in a graveyard and I couldn´t breathe. I felt like I was dying." 

Oh shit. I murmur softly, "Do you remember anything about a fire?"  He shakes his head mutely. Fuck, what a daft question to ask, Orlando. 

Viggo´s still shaking, so I start to rock back and forth, holding him close. It´s been so long since I´ve held anyone this intimately, and I´ve missed it. Before I know it, I´m singing a soft lullaby to him. Viggo starts relaxing, and eventually his breathing evens out. 

I zip the bag around us and fall asleep wrapped around him. 

My dreams are pleasant in contrast. I see my Viggo smiling at me. We´re twining our arms around each other and kissing passionately, tasting and teasing each other. 

He eventually pushes me onto my back and I groan as he caresses my naked body. I can feel his cock pushing into me..."Orlando?" 

That´s not quite Viggo´s voice. Wonder why he´s calling? 

That thought fades as he slides in. Oh god, and he´s thrusting inside of me..."Orlando, wake up!" 

Viggo´s face dissolves and fades to black. I groggily wake up to see Viggo Mortensen´s face above me. 

He says quietly, "You were whimpering in your sleep. Are you all right?" 

"Yes..." I say huskily, looking deep into those beautiful, soft grey eyes. 

He runs his thumb over my cheek, "Orli..." he says, his voice thick, "I heard you moan yesterday." 

I blush furiously, and he pulls my face closer. "I´d like to hear it again," he purrs. 

His lips, so close to mine now. My body is still tingling from my dream. The distance between our faces is closing, and I still remember how good it felt to kiss him. Our lips start brushing against each other...

"No!"  I yell as I push Viggo away. 

"What´s wrong, Orlando?" 

"Fuck, I can´t, all right? I just can´t."  I go back to my own bag and drag it as far away from Viggo´s bag as possible. I can´t get back to sleep, so I wind up just sitting out by myself until morning breaks. 

Viggo decides to go back early, and we pack up in silence. God fucking damnit. Why can´t I have _normal_ problems for once? 

***

Fortunately, Viggo doesn´t hold it against me, and I´m content to leave it that way. Our friendly teasing stops being physical and just regresses back to verbal stuff. 

Even if it didn´t, I think our tackling would have stopped soon after we started these sodding night shoots. 

Today´s yet another day in hell. Ugh. We´re on month two and three quarters, and this is just getting to me. I´m freezing my arse off, and I´ve been living like a vampire for what seems like ages. 

The other elves look just as miserable as I do. They´re bouncing up and down to keep warm. I shiver under my blanket and sip my coffee. 

Viggo comes up and drapes his cloak around me. "You´ll hurt your back if you stiffen up too much," he says quietly. 

I try to move and I wince. "Too late. Fuck, this hurts. I think the shield surfing killed me." 

Viggo starts massaging my back lightly. I try to edge away, but it feels too good. I finally give up and relax into it. 

Far too soon, Peter calls us, and we slog through our takes. It´s freezing and wet, and by the time we´re done, I´m hobbling a bit. 

Viggo says, "Let me work out those knots, Orli. You´ll get a serious injury otherwise, and we still have more scenes to do." 

I nod dumbly and we go back to my house after I get out of costuming. I shake a bit as I stretch out on the couch. Viggo doesn´t say anything; he just starts working on my back through my t-shirt. His fingers are wonderful, and I soon feel all of the knots disappearing. Fuck, I feel like such a cad for being so snarky around him. 

I sit up. "I´m sorry, Viggo. I´ve been a total bastard to you." 

He opens his mouth to say something, but I shush him. 

I smile weakly. "I don´t know how to begin... Every time I look at you, I keep thinking that you´re him. You talk like him, you look like him, you even act a bit like him. But I know that you´re not my Viggo. And I´ve been subconsciously holding that against you." 

Viggo smiles warmly and hugs me. As I press my head to his chest, I tell him about my Viggo. 

When I finish, he says, "May I see his last painting?" 

I nod, and lead him up to the bedroom. He spots the poster immediately, and studies it, completely enraptured. 

After he´s done, he hugs me close, "I can see that he loved you very much." 

I don´t know why, but I whisper, "Please read the poem." 

And he does. I close my eyes, and I can picture my love reciting it as we cuddle under the moonlight. It reminds me too painfully of how much I miss him. Tears start flowing out, and I start sobbing, pressing my face into Viggo´s shirt. 

Viggo holds me while I bawl, stroking my hair and murmuring softly to me. I finally get a hold of myself and I peel my face off his chest to look into his eyes. He reaches up to tenderly brush the tears from my cheeks. 

I can´t help myself. I close the distance between us and press my lips to his in a gentle kiss. 

Oh. Fuck. I feel a jolt between us. Every nerve inside me came alive as soon as we touched lips. I pull back, but Viggo yanks me forcefully against him and starts kissing me hungrily. 

My body immediately starts singing as his mouth devours mine. I should push him away, but it´s been too long since I´ve had any intimate contact, and the punishing hours spent at Helm´s Deep have battered down my resistance. A small voice tells me to stop, but I ignore it, letting the sensations wash over me, instead. I open my mouth to him, greedily taking what he has to offer. 

Viggo´s tongue plunges deep into my mouth, and he grabs my arse and pulls me against him. Oh god, the heat from his body is scorching, and I let out a needy moan as I feel his hard cock rubbing against mine. 

Viggo rains kisses across my face and then works his way down to my neck, sucking greedily at the hollow. I arch against him and whimper, wanting more. 

He pulls my t-shirt off and his lips swoop down to surround one of my nipples. I moan as his hot mouth envelops it, his tongue swirling around and teasing it into a stiff peak. 

I wrap my fingers in his long hair and push his face against my chest, feeling his hot breath ghost over my wet flesh. My fingers tremble as I unbutton his shirt, running my hands along the warm planes of muscle. 

Viggo´s hand skims over my stomach, and he cups me through my jeans, his thumb rubbing across the head of my cock. I can feel him even through the thick material, and my eyes flutter shut as I push my crotch forward into his hand. 

He pushes me back onto the bed. He unbuttons the top button of my jeans and kisses the skin just underneath. Oh god, need him, want more...he slowly unzips me, pushing my briefs down at a tortuous pace and kissing each new patch of fuzz that gets revealed. I whimper softly; god, he´s got me completely shaking. 

He drags my jeans and briefs off and pulls off the rest of his own clothes. His eyes are completely feral, and I tremble a bit as he rakes his gaze over my body. 

He drops down between my legs and takes a long, slow lick up the side of my cock. I groan, and he presses tiny kisses along my cock, making me shake. Once he has me writhing, he grabs my erection firmly and starts swirling his tongue over the head. 

I thrust up, crying out. It´s been too long... Viggo takes my signal and envelops my cock with his mouth. Fuck! So much wet heat, surrounding me, taking me deeper...deeper. Oh god, I´m hitting the back of his throat, and now he´s sucking me...oh yes, feels so good...but I need more. That familiar sweet ache fills my body. 

"Vig?"  I say thickly. He looks up with my cock still in his mouth, his grey eyes blazing with lust. 

The raw hunger in his eyes makes me quiver again. "Fuck me." 

He reluctantly releases my cock, and I shiver as the cold air hits it. I reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom and some lube. 

He takes the lube from me and coats his fingers. He gently eases one into me, making me groan. I push down eagerly on his finger, wanting more. He adds a second, carefully stretching me, looking deep into my eyes for any sign of discomfort. 

As he scissors his fingers gently inside of me, I start squirming. He pulls his fingers back a bit and curls them, brushing my sweet spot. I let out a gasp and spasm slightly. Fuck, it has definitely been too long for me. He continues to corkscrew his fingers, keeping his touch light, making my entire body scream for more. 

"Christ..." I pant out, "Vig...fuck me, now!"  I spread my legs wider and squirm underneath him. I need to feel him, need to have him so badly. 

His eyes are blazing as he rolls the condom on and lubes himself up. He positions himself at my entrance and starts sliding in. 

Oh god...he´s so hot...we both let out loud moans as he enters me. He tries to pause midway, but I grab his hips and push myself fully onto his cock, hissing as he hits bottom. 

"Viggo..." I sigh as he fills me completely, his cock so hard that I can feel it throbbing inside me. 

"God, Orli, you´re so tight..." he breathes. 

He begins to thrust slowly inside of me, sending sparks dancing through my body. Oh god, I wanted this so much. I start gasping as he sets a steady rhythm, filling me with every stroke. So good...oh god, I feel like I´m melting inside. 

I wrap my legs around his waist and urge him faster, curling my body upward so that I can suck on the hollow of his sweat-slick neck. 

Viggo groans and picks up the pace, thrusting hard into me. He leans down to kiss me, his tongue stabbing into my mouth at the same speed as his cock. 

I start crying out loudly now...god, he feels so good, so hot inside of me...I feel my body shaking and I whimper as he brings me closer...

Viggo tears his mouth off of mine and husks, "Come for me."  He reaches down to grab my dripping cock, stroking it hard. 

His voice is enough to send me over the edge and I scream loudly and clamp down on him as I climax, coating his hand with hot liquid. He shakes above me, and his thrusts start growing ragged. I push upward and give his cock a hard squeeze with my internal muscles. 

Viggo moans sweetly and convulses above me; I mewl as I feel his cock pulsing inside of me, feeling the surge of heat as he comes. 

He slumps down, panting. I´m extremely groggy now, and I just lie there limply as he pulls out, disposes of the condom, and cleans us off. He returns to bed and pulls me close so that we can cuddle, and I fall into an easy sleep. 

****

It´s late afternoon when I wake up. God, this is so disorienting... Fuck! Viggo´s in bed with me, naked. So I did shag him this morning. 

Shit, I can´t believe I just cheated on my love so easily. You are a complete fucking wanker, Bloom. You can´t even keep your dick in your trousers for what, two years? You knew that it was going to be at least an eighteen-year wait. You knew that he was going to come back, and you did it anyway. 

Oh fuck, Viggo´s awake, and he´s looking at me with those beautiful eyes. 

"Afternoon," he murmurs, his voice sexy as all hell. He reaches up to touch my cheek, and he strokes it gently, causing an ache to fill my body again. 

His hand descends lower, caressing my jaw. I look deep into his eyes...oh god, I know that look. He´s in love with me. 

I grab his hand. "Viggo...please stop." 

"What´s the matter, Orli?" 

I roll away. "I´m sorry...I...I can´t do this. This morning was a mistake. I was just feeling so lonely, I miss him so much..."

Viggo wraps himself around me, hugging me. His naked body is causing my nerves to go haywire. "There´s nothing to feel guilty about Orli, you´re too beautiful to remain in mourning forever." 

"It´s not like that, Viggo..."

"Hush. You´re still young. And I l..."

"No! Don´t say it! Fuck, Viggo, you don´t understand. Just leave me alone!"  He stiffens up, and his eyes turn to ice. 

"Fine, elf boy," he grinds out. He gets up, puts his clothes on and leaves. 

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