In Idaho [Ficlet VM/SB]
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rugbytackleTitle: In Idaho
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hithluin
Pairing: VigBean
Rating: PG13 (I think :p)
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rugbytackle and fellow_shippers
Summary: Sean is staying over with Viggo at his cottage in Idaho - the morning after, something unexpected happens after breakfast
Disclaimer: I take all the pleasure from writing this and nothing else!
Notes: Written forclocks - sorry it took so long for me to finish because I had a lot on my plate for the last few days as you know.
Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising
he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing...
Viggo recited the little speech by Éomer in the book of the Return of the King like a mantra. It was still early in the morning and the air was a little chilly because of the falling temperature. Though his Idaho cottage was mostly nicer in the Springs and Summers, Viggo liked to stay in the cottage all year round. For one, it was further away from the hustle and bustle of life of an actor (and he refused to even acknowledge himself as a moviestar), and he was much closer to nature out here. Not as close as he thought he was in New Zealand, but this would do.
The window that Viggo was looking out of was a little steamed from the hot mug he was holding against it. The mug was steaming with his favourite maté and the air around him was filled with its comforting fragrance. In a special effort to spoil himself, Viggo had even added some honey to his maté this morning. The sky outside was clouded with... well, clouds, but the sun was beginning to rise on the horizon. Hues of reds, yellows and oranges bled themselves into the sky, and suddenly, a little clearing appeared in the centre of the patch of sky Viggo just happened to be watching. There were clouds circling the little clear patch, and somehow, the colours of the sun were so aesthetically pleasing, Viggo thought for a moment that it looked like the colours of a certain person's hair colour. Viggo didn't intend to write a poem about it, or make poetic similes about it - he wasn't even going to take a photograph of it. For once, it was nice to admire a sunrise just for what it was.
It was half an hour later, when the sun had risen way beyond the horizon in the sky, and the maté in the mug had gone empty that Viggo had stepped away from his bedroom window to wander back into the kitchen to deposit his mug. He washed it meticulously of course, and left it to dry with the other plates and glasses. He then decided to pour some fresh coffee for his guest because he doubted that Brits liked maté very much.
He padded from the kitchen to the living room in his bare feet, the mug of coffee in his hand. His guest had insisted that he couldn't possibly inconvenience his host to the point of actually taking out the extra bed and getting clean sheets for the bed in the wee hours of the morning, and so he had slept on the couch. He was still sleeping on the couch when Viggo got to the living room and sat on the armchair next to the sofa, his thigh so close to his sleeping guest that the arm hanging off the sofa was brushing against his thigh. The Brit had tousled dirty blond hair, a masculine and aquiline face with a grin that Viggo was waiting to see for the first time this morning, and a hard, lean body. The Brit still wore a rumpled shirt, and pants that clung tightly to his legs. One arm was slung over the side of the couch and the other was curled up against his face, framing the beautiful picture he presented.
Mischievously, Viggo deliberately lifted the coffee cup under his guest's nose so that the fragrance would reach the sleepy senses to wake him up. It did not have its desired effect at first, but gradually, the blond-haired man began to wake up, stirring slightly before his eyes popped open. It took him a few moments to focus his eyes on Viggo, but once he did, he lips curled into the grin Viggo had been waiting for all morning. The grin curled into his innards like how any excellent story with a happy ending would - it gave you a satisfaction so immense that you were tempted to simply sit there and contemplate it.
"Coffee for me?" Sean asked, his first words raspy from sleep. Viggo nodded and placed the mug on the coffee table, out of reach from the flailing arms of the waking man.
"Coffee for you. Think you can get up so you can drink it?" Viggo asked, settling back into the armchair.
"Yeah, sure I can. Sorry again for imposing by the way, mate. Thank you," Sean said politely, those polished English manners kicking in, first thing in the morning. Atleast Viggo hoped they weren't his first thoughts of the morning.
"I already told you that you aren't imposing, Sean. I don't often have voluntary guests out here in Idaho. Something about the artist in me jumping out to life and forgetting everything else once I'm up here," Viggo explained in a bland tone, though there was a detectable note of a smirk in his voice. "And now, before you protest, I'm going to get you breakfast," Viggo finished, and before Sean could say anything, he got up from his seat and headed into the kitchen.
When Viggo walked back to the living room with bread, plates, knives, butter and a couple of jams in his arms, he was singing softly, his heart light and free of the cares in the world. Sean thought he rather looked like how Aragorn would have during his former years as a Ranger. But Aragorn was a bittersweet package. The carefree ranger came with the careworn warrior who was to be King. Not much difference there between Aragorn and Viggo. Sean couldn't help wondering what Viggo was thinking of, right at that very moment. He'd bet that it had something to do with his son, or possibly something to do with nothing at all.
He helped Viggo set all the eating utensils and all the food down on the coffee table before adjusting it so that it was placed exactly between the both of them. "Do you do this for every guest you have up here?" Sean asked absentmindedly as he picked up some bread and a butter knife.
"No. You just happen to be getting special treatment," Viggo admitted with an easy slide of his shoulders. Sean would never admit it, but he almost choked on the bit of bread he had been chewing in his mouth.
"Me? Special? In what way?"
"You're just special, Sean. My friend, my former Steward so it seems, and like I said, you voluntarily came up here. Not many people are comfortable with spending so much time with me alone up here in seclusion. Some people just can't stand he solitude," Viggo explained.
Sean nodded numbly, not sure he understood, but he was way too pleased about getting special treatment to care. Sean was normally not the kind of man who would take this sort of action against his best mates, so Sean took the whole of breakfast to consider it. Viggo was sat on a deep dark red armchair that was very wide and was the reclining sort. It was the kind of armchair most people would use as a loveseat... Viggo could have been using it for that purpose for all Sean knew. The thought of Viggo on a loveseat was also immensely pleasing to his beleaguered mind.
The bread in Sean's mouth tasted better than many other breads he'd eaten before and he wasn't too sure it had anything to do with the bread. Bread would sort of taste good when all a person can imagine is sucking on another person's skin, after all. Viggo noticed the way Sean's mouth often went slack while he was eating breakfast. He didn't comment on it of course since he was quite sure he frequently looked like that when his thoughts had gone off on a tangent.
After a couple more bits of bread and sips of coffee, Sean finished his breakfast. He insisted that he be the one to carry all the items back into the kitchen, and that he be the one to wash the dishes. Viggo didn't like that idea one bit. Polite guest or not, it simply wasn't right to let Sean simply walk around his house and do the dishes when he was obviously the host. "I promise to bring something back," Sean promised before scurrying off to the kitchen with everything in hand so that Viggo had no time to protest. Viggo pouted about it because he simply had no idea of what else to do. He also obviously didn't notice that Sean became rather reluctant about washing the dishes, right after he left, because Sean would have very much preferred to peek around the kitchen wall, and spy on Viggo pouting.
Tall ships and tall Kings
Three times three,
What brought they from the foundered land
Over the flowing Sea?
Seven stars and seven stones
And one white tree.
Sean liked that little ditty. It was about the Numénoreans who had made it to Middle-Earth, and it spoke of things connected to Aragorn and to Boromir. That wasn't the point of course, but Sean recited the rhyme softly anyway as he carried a tray with two bowls of ice cream on it back to the living room to keep his mind off what he really thought he could do with the ice cream. The tray made a slightly metallic sound as Sean placed it down on the coffee table and offered a bowl to Viggo.
Viggo frowned slightly. "Ice cream, Sean? Isn't morning a little too early for ice cream?"
"There's no such thing as a time too early for ice cream or strawberries and whipped cream," Sean retorted, dismissing what Viggo said and picked up his own bowl of ice cream. True to his tastes, the ice cream was strawberry flavoured, though Sean had not been able to find any whipped cream. Viggo looked dubious, but he too picked up his bowl of ice cream and slowly fed a spoonful to himself. First, Viggo licked the ice cream like a little kitten licking milk. He then wrinkled his nose, licked at it again as if to assure himself that it wasn't really all that cold before he used the flat side of his tongue to lap the rest of the ice cream upl off the spoon. The sight of Viggo just eating ice cream was putting a thrill up Sean's spine. Did the man have an adversity to putting spoonfuls of ice cream into his mouth or something?
"Mmm... had no idea I even had nice ice cream in my fridge," Viggo commented. Sean thought that rather funny since he could be rather fussy while doing shopping. He meticulously picked out everything that he put into his fridge and here was one of his best mates, completely unaware that he actually ever bought strawberry ice cream, Sean fancied. "Strawberry flavoured too. Reminds me of you," Viggo added.
That did it for Sean. He had no idea why the thought of Viggo thinking about himself and strawberries and ice cream in the same context made him feel that way, but Sean had been pushed to the end of his tether, there was no stopping it now. He placed his half empty bowl on the table with a slight clatter, and the spoon dropped on to the floor in his clumsiness. Under normal circumstances, Sean would have picked it up, but this time, he simply ignored it.
"Something wrong?" Viggo asked with wide eyes. He didn't have to ask because his question was answered almost immediately. Sean slid across the space between them in a movement that much resembled a cobra flying through space and striking at its target. In one movement, he had both his hands on the armrests of the chair and his body pressed into Viggo's legs. Sean thought Viggo looked really rather adorable with a smudge of ice cream staining his lips, and when he leaned in to kiss Viggo, his tongue briefly darted out to taste the ice cream.
He pulled back before Viggo even had a chance to react. Sean was wary now, his body was tense with anticipation. Viggo's face took on a blank expression at first, but now Sean saw it turn into one of disgusted horror in front of him. It had to be horror, he could see no other way out of it. Viggo seemed to be recoiling from him with revulsion. This was probably the moment when Viggo would order Sean out of his house and out of his life forever. He had been mistaken to have done it in the first place of course. One does not go around kissing one's male friends without first asking them, and Sean knew he would pay the price dearly...
-.-
(I stopped here because I have to go to Thailand during the weekend and I wanted to post this before I have to go, so I am obviously planning the continuation though I'll take ideas and opinions on what's to happen :) )
Author:
hithluinPairing: VigBean
Rating: PG13 (I think :p)
Crossposted: to
rugbytackle and fellow_shippersSummary: Sean is staying over with Viggo at his cottage in Idaho - the morning after, something unexpected happens after breakfast
Disclaimer: I take all the pleasure from writing this and nothing else!
Notes: Written for
clocks - sorry it took so long for me to finish because I had a lot on my plate for the last few days as you know. Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising
he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing...
Viggo recited the little speech by Éomer in the book of the Return of the King like a mantra. It was still early in the morning and the air was a little chilly because of the falling temperature. Though his Idaho cottage was mostly nicer in the Springs and Summers, Viggo liked to stay in the cottage all year round. For one, it was further away from the hustle and bustle of life of an actor (and he refused to even acknowledge himself as a moviestar), and he was much closer to nature out here. Not as close as he thought he was in New Zealand, but this would do.
The window that Viggo was looking out of was a little steamed from the hot mug he was holding against it. The mug was steaming with his favourite maté and the air around him was filled with its comforting fragrance. In a special effort to spoil himself, Viggo had even added some honey to his maté this morning. The sky outside was clouded with... well, clouds, but the sun was beginning to rise on the horizon. Hues of reds, yellows and oranges bled themselves into the sky, and suddenly, a little clearing appeared in the centre of the patch of sky Viggo just happened to be watching. There were clouds circling the little clear patch, and somehow, the colours of the sun were so aesthetically pleasing, Viggo thought for a moment that it looked like the colours of a certain person's hair colour. Viggo didn't intend to write a poem about it, or make poetic similes about it - he wasn't even going to take a photograph of it. For once, it was nice to admire a sunrise just for what it was.
It was half an hour later, when the sun had risen way beyond the horizon in the sky, and the maté in the mug had gone empty that Viggo had stepped away from his bedroom window to wander back into the kitchen to deposit his mug. He washed it meticulously of course, and left it to dry with the other plates and glasses. He then decided to pour some fresh coffee for his guest because he doubted that Brits liked maté very much.
He padded from the kitchen to the living room in his bare feet, the mug of coffee in his hand. His guest had insisted that he couldn't possibly inconvenience his host to the point of actually taking out the extra bed and getting clean sheets for the bed in the wee hours of the morning, and so he had slept on the couch. He was still sleeping on the couch when Viggo got to the living room and sat on the armchair next to the sofa, his thigh so close to his sleeping guest that the arm hanging off the sofa was brushing against his thigh. The Brit had tousled dirty blond hair, a masculine and aquiline face with a grin that Viggo was waiting to see for the first time this morning, and a hard, lean body. The Brit still wore a rumpled shirt, and pants that clung tightly to his legs. One arm was slung over the side of the couch and the other was curled up against his face, framing the beautiful picture he presented.
Mischievously, Viggo deliberately lifted the coffee cup under his guest's nose so that the fragrance would reach the sleepy senses to wake him up. It did not have its desired effect at first, but gradually, the blond-haired man began to wake up, stirring slightly before his eyes popped open. It took him a few moments to focus his eyes on Viggo, but once he did, he lips curled into the grin Viggo had been waiting for all morning. The grin curled into his innards like how any excellent story with a happy ending would - it gave you a satisfaction so immense that you were tempted to simply sit there and contemplate it.
"Coffee for me?" Sean asked, his first words raspy from sleep. Viggo nodded and placed the mug on the coffee table, out of reach from the flailing arms of the waking man.
"Coffee for you. Think you can get up so you can drink it?" Viggo asked, settling back into the armchair.
"Yeah, sure I can. Sorry again for imposing by the way, mate. Thank you," Sean said politely, those polished English manners kicking in, first thing in the morning. Atleast Viggo hoped they weren't his first thoughts of the morning.
"I already told you that you aren't imposing, Sean. I don't often have voluntary guests out here in Idaho. Something about the artist in me jumping out to life and forgetting everything else once I'm up here," Viggo explained in a bland tone, though there was a detectable note of a smirk in his voice. "And now, before you protest, I'm going to get you breakfast," Viggo finished, and before Sean could say anything, he got up from his seat and headed into the kitchen.
When Viggo walked back to the living room with bread, plates, knives, butter and a couple of jams in his arms, he was singing softly, his heart light and free of the cares in the world. Sean thought he rather looked like how Aragorn would have during his former years as a Ranger. But Aragorn was a bittersweet package. The carefree ranger came with the careworn warrior who was to be King. Not much difference there between Aragorn and Viggo. Sean couldn't help wondering what Viggo was thinking of, right at that very moment. He'd bet that it had something to do with his son, or possibly something to do with nothing at all.
He helped Viggo set all the eating utensils and all the food down on the coffee table before adjusting it so that it was placed exactly between the both of them. "Do you do this for every guest you have up here?" Sean asked absentmindedly as he picked up some bread and a butter knife.
"No. You just happen to be getting special treatment," Viggo admitted with an easy slide of his shoulders. Sean would never admit it, but he almost choked on the bit of bread he had been chewing in his mouth.
"Me? Special? In what way?"
"You're just special, Sean. My friend, my former Steward so it seems, and like I said, you voluntarily came up here. Not many people are comfortable with spending so much time with me alone up here in seclusion. Some people just can't stand he solitude," Viggo explained.
Sean nodded numbly, not sure he understood, but he was way too pleased about getting special treatment to care. Sean was normally not the kind of man who would take this sort of action against his best mates, so Sean took the whole of breakfast to consider it. Viggo was sat on a deep dark red armchair that was very wide and was the reclining sort. It was the kind of armchair most people would use as a loveseat... Viggo could have been using it for that purpose for all Sean knew. The thought of Viggo on a loveseat was also immensely pleasing to his beleaguered mind.
The bread in Sean's mouth tasted better than many other breads he'd eaten before and he wasn't too sure it had anything to do with the bread. Bread would sort of taste good when all a person can imagine is sucking on another person's skin, after all. Viggo noticed the way Sean's mouth often went slack while he was eating breakfast. He didn't comment on it of course since he was quite sure he frequently looked like that when his thoughts had gone off on a tangent.
After a couple more bits of bread and sips of coffee, Sean finished his breakfast. He insisted that he be the one to carry all the items back into the kitchen, and that he be the one to wash the dishes. Viggo didn't like that idea one bit. Polite guest or not, it simply wasn't right to let Sean simply walk around his house and do the dishes when he was obviously the host. "I promise to bring something back," Sean promised before scurrying off to the kitchen with everything in hand so that Viggo had no time to protest. Viggo pouted about it because he simply had no idea of what else to do. He also obviously didn't notice that Sean became rather reluctant about washing the dishes, right after he left, because Sean would have very much preferred to peek around the kitchen wall, and spy on Viggo pouting.
Tall ships and tall Kings
Three times three,
What brought they from the foundered land
Over the flowing Sea?
Seven stars and seven stones
And one white tree.
Sean liked that little ditty. It was about the Numénoreans who had made it to Middle-Earth, and it spoke of things connected to Aragorn and to Boromir. That wasn't the point of course, but Sean recited the rhyme softly anyway as he carried a tray with two bowls of ice cream on it back to the living room to keep his mind off what he really thought he could do with the ice cream. The tray made a slightly metallic sound as Sean placed it down on the coffee table and offered a bowl to Viggo.
Viggo frowned slightly. "Ice cream, Sean? Isn't morning a little too early for ice cream?"
"There's no such thing as a time too early for ice cream or strawberries and whipped cream," Sean retorted, dismissing what Viggo said and picked up his own bowl of ice cream. True to his tastes, the ice cream was strawberry flavoured, though Sean had not been able to find any whipped cream. Viggo looked dubious, but he too picked up his bowl of ice cream and slowly fed a spoonful to himself. First, Viggo licked the ice cream like a little kitten licking milk. He then wrinkled his nose, licked at it again as if to assure himself that it wasn't really all that cold before he used the flat side of his tongue to lap the rest of the ice cream upl off the spoon. The sight of Viggo just eating ice cream was putting a thrill up Sean's spine. Did the man have an adversity to putting spoonfuls of ice cream into his mouth or something?
"Mmm... had no idea I even had nice ice cream in my fridge," Viggo commented. Sean thought that rather funny since he could be rather fussy while doing shopping. He meticulously picked out everything that he put into his fridge and here was one of his best mates, completely unaware that he actually ever bought strawberry ice cream, Sean fancied. "Strawberry flavoured too. Reminds me of you," Viggo added.
That did it for Sean. He had no idea why the thought of Viggo thinking about himself and strawberries and ice cream in the same context made him feel that way, but Sean had been pushed to the end of his tether, there was no stopping it now. He placed his half empty bowl on the table with a slight clatter, and the spoon dropped on to the floor in his clumsiness. Under normal circumstances, Sean would have picked it up, but this time, he simply ignored it.
"Something wrong?" Viggo asked with wide eyes. He didn't have to ask because his question was answered almost immediately. Sean slid across the space between them in a movement that much resembled a cobra flying through space and striking at its target. In one movement, he had both his hands on the armrests of the chair and his body pressed into Viggo's legs. Sean thought Viggo looked really rather adorable with a smudge of ice cream staining his lips, and when he leaned in to kiss Viggo, his tongue briefly darted out to taste the ice cream.
He pulled back before Viggo even had a chance to react. Sean was wary now, his body was tense with anticipation. Viggo's face took on a blank expression at first, but now Sean saw it turn into one of disgusted horror in front of him. It had to be horror, he could see no other way out of it. Viggo seemed to be recoiling from him with revulsion. This was probably the moment when Viggo would order Sean out of his house and out of his life forever. He had been mistaken to have done it in the first place of course. One does not go around kissing one's male friends without first asking them, and Sean knew he would pay the price dearly...
-.-
(I stopped here because I have to go to Thailand during the weekend and I wanted to post this before I have to go, so I am obviously planning the continuation though I'll take ideas and opinions on what's to happen :) )
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Date: 2003-09-18 01:54 pm (UTC)The grin curled into his innards like how any excellent story with a happy ending would - it gave you a satisfaction so immense that you were tempted to simply sit there and contemplate it.
Yes! Precisely; what a lovely way to say it. His grin really *is* like that, isn't it?
Have a good time in Thailand--I have a couple friends living there, but haven't gone over to visit yet.
~Kris
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Date: 2003-09-22 02:22 pm (UTC)As for Beanie's grin, I have rarely seen many things more beautiful than that lovely grin.
Had a lovely time in Thailand, thank you, and thank you for reading and enjoying this. Look out for the continuation soon :)
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Date: 2003-09-18 06:49 pm (UTC)THIS IS JUST SO LOVELY! You know how I feel about Idaho!Viggo and IdahoGuest!Beanie, especially after that weird dream I had. And like you said, I could subconsciously recognise tiny bits and pieces of the pups here and there...I think they have truly infiltrated both our writing.
Can't wait for the next part. Pleasepleaseplease get back from Thailand pronto? Ko-pun ka!
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Date: 2003-09-22 02:24 pm (UTC)Well, if you could have gone to Thailand, that would have been pleasant. Would like to see you *grins*
Almost everything I write has something to do with a weird story you tell me, so one based on your dream is no surprise. The pups have also taken over us so I'm not surprised by that either.
Can't wait for free time in which to write the next part either :p And its Kop kun ka ;)
leave?!
Date: 2003-09-21 08:07 pm (UTC)More more more, please!
Re: leave?!
Date: 2003-09-22 02:26 pm (UTC)Will write continuation when free time comes :)
Re: leave?!
Date: 2003-09-22 04:27 pm (UTC)