Green, part 1
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rugbytackleTitle: Green
Pairing: Sean Miller/Viggo Mortensen AU
Rating: R
Archive: Rugbytackling
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Summary: Viggo’s world is turned upside down by a green eyed stranger.
A.N.: xtradevious handed me the bunny for this fiction.Thanks for that! Disclaimer: Nothing like this happened, It's all in my head!
Viggo was walking fast, glad to be heading home. He had auditioned twice today and he was tired. Luckily he didn’t have to go to work tonight: it was his day off.
Six days a week working in the bar while trying to become an actor.
It was exactly like they predicted at home what would happen to him.
Another eager wannabe actor. Oh well, at least he escaped home and his father’s business.
He loved this town, he loved the feel of it, the beautiful people, the music, fuck: he even loved the wino’s.
It was al so different to his home town. And so what if he had to work his ass off and be polite to get a tip. Sometimes the tip was big enough to go to a restaurant and let someone else be polite to him and that felt good.
And so what if he lost some of the valuable principles they forced upon him at home?
He was free here. A free man. For the first time in his life he could do whatever he wanted and being an actor was not as impossible as it used to be. He was here and he was going to make it.
One of these days some director, or casting guy would see him and he would be top of the bill. He knew he could act, he knew the camera would love him and if he would have to go down on his knees to give some big producer a blowjob and prove it, well so be it.
Principles wouldn’t get his name on billboards, would they.
He wake up from his day dreaming hearing sirens. A lot of police cars were driving by and everyone on the sidewalk stopped, craning their necks to see what was happening.
Being forced to stop himself Viggo tried to look over the shoulders of the people before him.
Car doors slamming, cops running the street, but not a clue about what was happening.
He managed to work himself through the crowd, wanting to get home now, not interested in the big city’s every day problems. He grew accustomed to that pretty soon.
A very hot shower, some food and a beer, that’s all he needed..
Some blocks around the corner was the entrance to his apartment and he just put his key in the lock when he felt something pressing in his back.
“There goes my wallet” he thought and started turning around when he heard a soft voice with a thick Irish accent saying: “you better open that door, or I’ll fucking kill you.”
It sounded real serious and he knew he should not try to be a hero.
He fumbled with the key and somehow managed to get the door open. He cleared his throat: “Hey man, my wallet is in my pocket, just take it!”, but it only earned him another push in his back with what he hoped was not a gun.
“Which apartment do you live?” The intonation of that voice forced him to tell the truth.
“4 B.”
“So what are you waiting for, go!”
Another push and he was climbing the stairs, the oh no, please God not a gun, poking in his back.
Another fumbling with his keys and they were inside. He didn’t dare to turn around, just waiting for the voice to speak to him again, cursing his own helplessness.
“What’s your name?”
”Viggo”
”What kind of name is that? Do you have a last name too, Viggo?”
“Mortensen and the name is Danish.” He managed to get a bit more grip on himself.
“Well, I am Sean Miller, Viggo. And you’ll just have to put up with me for a while.”
Strong hands grabbed his shoulders and turned him around.
He looked into the most incredible green eyes he ever saw, but the ice cold stare in them made him shiver.
TBC
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Date: 2006-01-16 06:35 pm (UTC)I want to read the sequels soon, and all I want is: PLEASE DO NOT KILL SEAN MILLER AS HE ENDED IN THE FILM!! In other words, I prefer them to have a happy ending, though I've got ready for any kind of ending! ;)
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...phew :3
Can you feel it?
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