Tokowhà

Sorry for the long wait!! Here is the next chapter, finally. We hope you enjoy it!
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Viggo rested his head on his hands. He was sitting in his trailer, it was 3 AM, and he had just experienced the most horrible evening and the worst night of his life. Fury about his friend Sean and concern about Orlando took turns inside of him and brought him sickness and stomach ache.

When he had gone to the restrooms of their regular bar, he didn’t want to believe his own ears. He was used to all sorts of weird things, and these groans of pure lust wouldn’t have bothered him if one of the voices had not definitely been the one of Sean. And if Orlando, who was in love with exactly this Sean, had not been sitting in the room next door. Of course Viggo had tried to avert the disaster. To no avail. He tried to drag Orlando out of the bar, but he wasn’t fast enough. When Viggo was almost out of the door, the young, reluctant man in his grip, Sean entered the room again.

As expected, Orlando broke from Viggo’s firm grip and happily hurried towards Sean to throw himself into his arms. In exactly this moment, Karl had made his appearance. Great timing, Viggo thought.

Startled, the darhaired young man had watched the scene that was happening in front of him. Slowly, a malicious grin had appeared on Karl’s full lips. Orlando’s gaze had shifted back and forth between Sean and Karl, he paused for a moment, turned on his heels and dashed away without saying a word. He almost ran over David Wenham who just wanted to enter the pub.

Viggo didn’t hesitate. He followed Orlando as quickly as possible. He didn’t even want to begin to imagine what the young man was capable of in his despair.

Finally he found Orlando, who was trembling all over, in front of his trailer. The slender young man was pale with fury. Viggo unlocked the door and asked him to come inside.

Viggo shook his head. Never before had he seen Orlando like this. The young man had been in a violent temper, rampaging and ranting.

“Karl is such a bitch, that fucking asshole, did you see the way he stared at me?! He’ll pay for that!!! I shouldn’t have run away! That bugger, he did that on purpose!! He poured something into Sean’s drink… That’s definitely how it happened… Sean is in love with me, and with no one else! Karl shouldn’t think that he just has to show off his fat ass and everyone is going to have a crush on him... Sean doesn’t care a fig for such a fucking snobbish prick... I know that he loves me, he just can’t show it properly... But I won’t allow this stupid sod to take him away from me...!!!”

Viggo sighed in affliction. He had listened to this litany for over two solid hours. He hadn’t even known that Orlando, with his fine English way of speaking, was familiar with this kind of language.

During one of the rare breaks which Orlando needed to draw breath, Viggo had tried to calm him down. “You don’t even know if anything happened between them. You just assume it all from this one look...” He couldn’t speak further, because Orlando spat: “Don’t take me for daft! Sean reeked of sex, in fact sex with a “stranger”, not the way he smells when we...” Orlando interrupted himself, his face blushing crimson. Then he had ranted on and on, until tears had started to flow down his cheeks from the exhaustion.

Viggo had stuck to just the role as listener. But when the first tears rolled down the agonised face, he had pulled Orlando in his arms, accepting a few desperate slaps against his chest without budging, and had taken Orlando to his bed with soft force.

Afterwards he had brewed a tea in his small kitchenette. While he waited until the tea was ready for drinking, his gaze fell on a small plushy toy owlet. The little animal with adorable green eyes – eyes like Sean’s – was a present for his son. Abandoning himself to an impulse, he put the stuffed animal onto the tray, together with the cup of tea and a bottle of water.

Orlando didn’t react at first, so Viggo put the tray down to the floor next to the bed. Quietly, he retreated to the living space of the trailer. The curtain between sleeping section and living section, he had pulled close.


Viggo rose without making any sound. Bare-footed, he tiptoed to the curtains, parted them a bit and peeked to the bed. A smile settled on his lean face. The cup was empty and the bottle of water had been opened. But what really moved him was Orlando who was deep asleep. With his right hand, he clutched the little owlet, pressed it to his chest in a protective, possessive manner.

Viggo closed the curtains again when he heard a low sound at the door of the trailer. He quietly went to the door to open it just a crack. In front of him stood a very sheepish looking Sean. Determined to grant his fosterling the much needed rest, he pushed the blond Brit down the few stairs of the trailer, stepped outside as well and cautiously closed the door behind his back.

He motioned to Sean to follow him. Only when they had left all trailers far behind them, Viggo turned around. “What do you want?”

Here on the open field a pale moon shone over Sean’s furrowed face. He doesn’t look much better than Orlando, Viggo thought, almost with satisfaction.

“How is Orlando?”

“How is he? How is he?! You are shameless, Sean, really!” Viggo blurted. “Can’t you keep your dick inside of your pants, just once? It only takes a youngster and suddenly you act as if you got paid for this harlotry of yours!” Viggo was losing his temper. He was angry, or strictly speaking, pissed off. His usually calm voice had gotten louder and louder. “Do you actually know who you were banging there? That was Karl Urban, our Éomer! Maybe you noticed that Orlando and Karl don’t get along with each other that well. Very well done, Sean. The atmosphere on the set will really brighten because of this!!“

Sean took a deep breath in order to protest. First of all, he didn’t know this Karl Urban at all, secondly, the guy he’d had it off with had a totally different name, and thirdly, how should he know that Orlando disliked this Karl? But he didn’t get the chance to defend himself. Viggo cut him short.

“Maybe I should ask PJ to lock Elijah, Dominic and the other boys away from you. Really Sean, I don’t understand you, how dare you!! Again such a young guy!!”

This was too much. Sean was at the end of his tether.

“These are no children, Viggo! Each of these boys is of age and knows what he’s getting himself into. And don’t think that I’m going to be intimidated by you. Who do you think you are, to bitch at me like that?! Are you jealous? Perhaps you don’t get any action yourself? Is that your problem? You weep on your poems because no one is going for you...” Even as he said it, he knew that he had carried his words to excess. Viggo, who always had read his poems to him, who in deep trust had revealed his soul to him, and only him, went totally silent.

The slap in the face came so quickly that he couldn’t dodge it, but he didn’t really want to anyway.

Viggo’s palm burned on Sean’s cheek. Both men stared at one another in silence for a moment. Then, Viggo turned around wordlessly and went away without looking back again.

“Wait, please, Viggo, I’m sorry!“ Sean followed his friend a few steps, but then stopped short. Great! He’d done a proper job, insulting his best friend like that! What had gotten into him? The day had begun so promisingly...

Sean sunk his head and trudged back to his car. Tonight he wouldn’t achieve anything, anyway. So he drove to his hotel in order to at least take a little nap. But the sleep didn’t come easily. Again and again his thoughts wandered to this dark stranger who was said to be his colleague. Would he meet him at the set tomorrow? And how should be behave towards him?

Viggo woke from a sleep which could have been only fifteen minutes long, judging from the way he felt. He had sunk down in an armchair and now his limbs were hurting like hell. With the discipline he had accustomed himself to over many years he forced himself through the rituals of every morning. Wash, make tea, dress. He was hardly finished when the curtains to the sleeping place shifted. A very nerveless looking Orlando glanced through the drapery.

“It’s time, isn’t it? To gird ourselves for battle again? Well, I’m gonna go to my trailer, see you in a minute!" Orlando went to the door and already had the doorknob in his hand when he turned back to Viggo for one more time: “Thank you... well, you know what for, and... uhm, the owlet?” The little plushy bird with its large green eyes was in Orlando’s fist which the young man had closed around the plump body protectively.

“That’s a gift, keep it. I want it to be a lucky charm for you, and to cheer you up when you need comfort.” Viggo smiled at his young friend. “And now off you go, we are late already.”

“Thanks!“ Orlando turned away quickly, but still Viggo caught the ominous wet glint in the dark eyes.

Even now, at the crack of dawn, there was an active coming and going on the set. After the usual procedure that turned Viggo into Aragorn, the tall man stepped in front of the makeup-trailer, not sure whether there was enough time left for another cup of tea inside of the catering tent, before he would have his first scene. While he still pondered, Sean appeared next to him. The Brit had dark circles around the eyes.

“Viggo”, he hawed, “about last night, ... I want to apologize. What I said about your poems and so on, ... I’m sorry.”

Viggo looked at his friend calmly. For a very long time he didn’t say anything. Finally he broke the cruel silence: “I shouldn’t have slapped you. I apologize for that. It was inappropriate.”

A tiny, fainthearted smile unfolded on Sean’s thin lips. “I deserved the slap. I acted like a stupid twat. I don’t know what had gotten into me... I’m so sorry… Do you forgive me?“ The blond man fell silent, sheepish.

Now there was the beginning of a hidden grin showing on Viggo’s face too. “I had no idea you were into floggings, but if you need it that way you may come over to my place at anytime!”

Puzzled, Sean looked at his friend, saw the twinkle in the stormgray eyes, and then both men started laughing at the same time which poured oil on troubled water. Viggo picked up his courage again first and took a few deep breaths.

“Sean, you made it, I forgive you. You really know how to do it. I was actually really mad at you. But you always manage to make me laugh, how could I be mad at you any longer? But I’ve got to run now, before PJ can think of another punishment for being late. Oh and Sean, I have one more request.”

“Yes?“

“Try to be a little more discreet in the future, for Orlando’s sake.” Viggo playfully nudged Sean to keep the atmosphere as light as possible and not let it drift back to the cloudy cheerlessness. “I don’t care who you are amusing yourself with, I’m not jealous, as long as you come back to me.” Viggo showed his best I’m-irresistible-grin.

“But Viggo, you are my only true love, you know that”, Sean replied with the same tone in his voice, blew his best friend a kiss and then turned towards the catering tent in order to get a cup of coffee. Now that he had made up with Viggo he could finally enjoy his breakfast.