Viggo/Orlando Christmas Fic

[jule1122]

This is the story I wrote for the vo_xmas exchange. If you have been there, check it out and don't miss the wonderful story The Camera littlegreenleaf wrote for me. It has one of the sweetest Orlandos ever!

Title: Rule The World With Love
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: vo_xmas fic written for me_elly who asked for I'd love a New Zealand getting together fic (done to death, I know, but I love them). Bit of angst, fluff, all the usual that comes along with that type of fic. Oh, and rimming is good!
Beta: The amazing and fabulous phnx_rising Thank you so much!
Credit: Title taken from the Barenaked Ladies song of the same name.


Orlando’s crush on Viggo was legendary among the cast and crew of The Lord of the Rings. He couldn’t have hidden it if he tried, and the kindest way anyone found to describe it was obvious. Less obvious were Viggo’s feelings about the whole thing. To almost everyone’s surprise, Orlando and Viggo became close friends sharing not only a trailer but inside jokes and quiet conversations during breaks. If Viggo was aware Orlando wanted more than friendship, and really he had to be, he never let on. Speculation regarding the true nature of their relationship became everyone’s favorite pastime. Theories were put forth, bets were made, sides were taken, and opinions were proclaimed, often loudly and drunkenly. But the truth remained a highly guarded secret.

“Sometimes I don’t know how Viggo stands it,” Sean Bean once complained to Ian. “I mean I love Orli; he’s a great kid, but he never lets up.” Sean looked over to where Orlando was watching Viggo practice a short fight sequence with Sala. His eyes never left Viggo’s face.

“Oh, I don’t know that it’s such a burden,” Ian replied. “I myself have often enjoyed the devotion and admiration of a handsome young man. It can be quite . . . invigorating.”

Catching the look in Ian’s eye, Sean laughed. “You’re an old pervert.”

Ian’s only response was a slightly devious smile.

Dom and Elijah conspired to get Orlando laid. But no matter how many attractive and willing men or women they sent Orlando’s way, he always went home alone. Had they not been occupied with their own conquests, they might have found this odd. They might have wondered if he already had someone to go home to. Luckily for Orlando, they were too busy with the occupants of their own beds to worry about who might be in his.

Billy was strangely silent on the subject. His name was absent from all wager sheets, and he refused to be drawn into any of the debates regarding Viggo and Orlando’s relationship. This could have been taken as a sign that he knew more than he was saying, but since bonding with Orlando during their lengthy flight to New Zealand, he’d been protective of the younger actor. Most people assumed he just didn’t feel comfortable gossiping about Orlando.

Liv thought the whole thing was adorable. Much to Viggo’s amusement, she whispered to him about Orlando’s appeal between takes.

The person who came closest to knowing the truth was Peter. He could have easily cleaned up on several of the bets, but directors have to have some secrets. He did, after all, have an unfair advantage. Peter was the only person who saw every take of every scene. That along with is meticulous attention to detail allowed him to pick up on subtle clues another person would have missed. Viggo and Orlando were excellent actors so there was nothing in their performance that made their relationship obvious. But sometimes things bled through—a look that held a little too much affection, the lilt of a voice when a name was called, a connection that could not be completely edited out. Peter did his best, but resigned himself early on to the fact that anyone paying close enough attention would realize the true love story of these films was one Tolkien could never have envisioned.

No one really took Orlando’s crush seriously. There was no chance that anything would ever come of it as least that was the prevailing theory. Then Helm’s Deep happened. The long night shoot left Viggo and Orlando isolated from most of the principal cast, and interest in their relationship waned. At least until Helm’s Deep finally ended and it became clear that Viggo and Orlando were much more than friends. Once again speculation ran wild, theories were hastily revised, and new bets were placed.

Neither Viggo or Orlando would discuss the change in their relationship leaving everyone frustratingly clueless as to how and when they became lovers. That is exactly how they, or more specifically Orlando, wanted it. When he and Viggo had finally begun a romantic relationship, long before Helm’s Deep for the record, he’d asked Viggo if they could please keep it between themselves for a while. “I don’t mind the teasing about my crush. I even play up to it a bit,” he admitted with a shrug. “But this is different. I have to believe it’s real and has at least a chance of working before I can smile at the jokes.” Viggo had agreed without hesitation.

Their silence did not deter any one from seeking the truth. A night when an exorbitant amount of money was spent getting Sala and Lawrence drunk produced the closest they would come to answers. Their stories, while short on details, were consistent enough to satisfy most people’s curiosity.

According to Sala and Lawrence, it happened the night they were shooting Haldir’s death scene. Viggo had been a little tense all night, and had finally lost it when one of the more difficult shots had to be redone because of a cameraman’s mistake. He’d snapped at the cameraman and walked off the set as soon as a ten minute break had been called. Stunned silence had followed his exit. Until that point Viggo had been the one person seemingly unaffected by the pressure of the shoot. He was the one everyone else looked to for support, and no one knew how to react. After a few minutes, Orlando had gone over to him. He whispered something in Viggo’s ear that made him laugh. Everyone watched in relief as they saw Viggo relax during their conversation. Then they watched in disbelief as Orlando reached a hand up to stroke the side of Viggo’s face before saying something that resulted in a kiss. Viggo and Orlando spent the rest of the break wrapped in each other’s arms then returned to work as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. No one ever had the nerve to comment on what they had seen, but Viggo and Orlando were inseparable from that point on.

Most people believed the intensity of Helm’s Deep led a natural deepening of Viggo and Orlando’s feelings. They decided the change in their relationship was inevitable and were genuinely happy for their friends. There were, however, a few jealous individuals who insisted isolation and stress wore Viggo down so much he could no longer resist Orlando’s advances. Viggo had laughed for a ridiculously long time when he heard this. It was so far from the truth he couldn’t help but find it funny. By the time Helm’s Deep began, Orlando was already wound so deeply into his heart that Viggo knew, professionalism aside, he would have never made it through the shoot without Orlando.

In the end, love was celebrated, winners were declared, and speculation moved onto which Elvin extra Ian would charm into his bed each week. The truth was left to those who lived it, and even between them it must be spoken and shared to be understood.


“I hate hotels,” Orlando grumbled looking around the nondescript room where he and Viggo were spending their last night in New Zealand. “I miss my house,” he added more quietly.

Viggo’s response was to kiss his neck and pull him closer. He knew what was behind those words, but he wasn’t sure how to address it just yet. It had been such a strange night. Orlando had been the life of the party at the wrap party, but Viggo hadn’t missed the sadness and apprehension lingering in his smile. Those feelings had only intensified since they left the party an hour ago; the silent ride to the hotel leaving an invisible barrier between them. They might be naked in bed together, but they’d taken separate showers and barely touched each other.

He reached for Orlando again; this time kissing his mouth. It was an aggressive kiss from the start. Viggo pushed his tongue deeply into Orlando’s mouth wanting to force some of the tension from his body. He turned on his side and pulled Orlando tightly against him wanting to let Orlando feel his cock begin to stir. Orlando groaned and rolled his hips into Viggo’s. Viggo had been at a loss for words all evening. Every time he tried to reach out to Orlando, to reassure him this wasn’t the end, words deserted him. Maybe for now words weren’t the answer. As soon as Viggo thought that, he broke the kiss and asked, “Do you know when I realized I loved you?”

“Mmm, yeah,” Orlando mumbled. He bit lightly on Viggo’s earlobe before sucking on it. “It was the night Dom dragged us to that shitty club to hear that band he liked. God they sucked. I was dancing with the Hobbits, and you were drinking with Sean and Karl I think. You watched me all night. I had on those tight leather pants, and I could just feel your eyes on me. There was nothing friendly in the way you were looking at me, and I thought you finally saw that maybe I could be more. You kissed me the next day,” he finished a bit smugly.

“I definitely wanted you that night. Those pants should be illegal unless you’re wearing them in our bedroom.” Viggo reluctantly pulled himself out of Orlando’s arms when it became clear just how stimulating they both found that memory. He didn’t want to let this conversation drop. He sat propped up against the headboard and ignored Orlando’s pout. “But as for love, you’re not even close.”

“You never looked at me like that before. I would have noticed.” Orlando sounded confused.

Viggo sighed sadly. He wasn’t surprised Orlando thought it was desire that prompted the change in his feelings, but he was determined to change that. “I never let myself look at you like that before, but I wanted to. But it wasn’t your body I fell in love with, Orlando, it was your heart.” He kissed the frown from Orlando’s forehead before continuing. “I think I started falling in love with you the first time you smiled at me, but I couldn’t admit it. Not until you got stranded with Sean on the way to the South Island. I remember when you told me you were going to drive with him because he was afraid to fly; I was so impressed with your natural kindness, your intuitive ability to see what he needed. But when I found out you two were stranded together I was so fucking jealous.”

“You were jealous of Sean?” Orlando sputtered, laughing. “But he would never.”

“Not sexually,” Viggo interrupted. “I was jealous of the time he would have with you. Of his chance to be with you away from the craziness of the movie. I wanted to be the one with you, and that’s when I knew I loved you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? That was a month before you kissed me, yeah?”

Viggo shrugged. “A lot of reasons I guess. You were so young; I didn’t want to take advantage. On set relationships are almost always a bad idea. But mostly I was scared. I didn’t plan to get involved with anyone while I was here. If I did fall in love again, I thought it would be with someone outside the business. Someone older who was settled in their own life. It seemed safer that way. But you Orli, you were so unexpected. You were beautiful and crazy and so damned sweet and excited about everything. You took my breath away and terrified me at the same time.”

While Viggo had been talking, Orlando had moved to sit between his legs with his head resting on Viggo’s chest. Viggo tilted Orlando’s face up and kissed him, a soft, sweet kiss, just like their first one. “And then one night we were sitting on the ugly couch in our trailer talking about nothing. I realized that even though we both should have gone home hours ago, there was no where I’d rather be. I thought about how comfortable I was with you, and how much I looked forward to spending time with you. You laughed then, and the way you looked just then with your smile and your eyes lit up; I wanted to kiss you so badly. I’d always stopped myself before, but at the moment I couldn’t think of a single reason not to kiss you. So I did.”

“So you did,” Orlando repeated quietly, smiling. It was the first real smile Viggo had seen out of him all night. “That was a bit impulsive for you, Old Man, but romantic. I like that.”

“That’s me; just a romantic old fool.” Viggo kissed Orlando again and tried to turn him so he would face Viggo straddling his lap. He was surprised when Orlando pulled put of his grasp and sat cross legged across from him. The worry that started to build eased when Orlando reached for his hands lacing their fingers together.

“You probably think I loved you from the beginning, but it wasn’t really like that. The first thing I noticed is that you were gorgeous and sexy as hell, but you can’t really miss that. Then I got to know you, and you were perfect. You were smart, funny, amazingly talented, and really nice. Bloody insane as well which made you even more perfect as far as I was concerned. Everyone knew how I felt about you, but it wasn’t a love crush, you know. It was like the first crush you have on a movie star or the captain of the football team. It was more that I wanted to be you than I wanted to be with you.”

Viggo nodded. He sensed that at least in the beginning Orlando’s feeling had stemmed from a kind of hero worship. That had changed, obviously, but they’d never talked about how. He didn’t ask any questions though; this was Orlando’s story to tell.

“But you, you are really, really easy to love so it wasn’t hard at all to fall for you.” Orlando smiled then. The big, open smile Viggo had fallen in love with so he had no choice but to kiss him.

Orlando laughed a little when he pulled back. “Stop that. I mean not forever, but just for now. Because I need to tell you this; I want you to hear it. It was the day we filmed the first Elvish scene. I fucked it up so many times, but you just kept going like it was no big deal. I knew though that it was just because we were still on set. As much as I wanted the day to be over, I was so afraid to go back to the trailer with you. I was so sure we’d get back there and when you looked at me, all you would see is a screw up who was in over his head. I was trying so hard to be perfect and not let anybody down. There’s this look people give me eventually, even my mom sometimes, this mixture of disappointment ant resignation. Like they suddenly realize this is all I’m going to be that I’m never quite going to live up to their expectations. I think I hid in the bathroom for twenty minutes just so I wouldn’t have to see you look at me like that.”

The urge to jump in and reassure Orlando was strong, but Viggo knew that wasn’t what he needed. He settled for squeezing his hands and smiling encouragingly.

“You were waiting for me when I came out, and you started telling me about Henry’s latest phone call like it was any other night. I remember interrupting you because I had to apologize, but you just waved it off. You told me everyone has bad days, and went back to your story. There was no way I could concentrate on what you were saying because I kept trying to figure out why you weren’t mad at me. You looked at me and laughed about something, and I realized nothing had changed. It was like the cartoon light bulb going off, you know. From the beginning you’d always seen me; I just didn’t know it. My screw up wasn’t a big deal to you because it was just part of me. I always tried to figure out what people wanted from me and be that all the time, but you didn’t need that. You didn’t need me to be perfect or crazy all the time. You didn’t expect me to be anything but who I was.”

Orlando leaned forward and took Viggo’s face in his hands. “You have no idea. I didn’t even know how much I wanted that until that night. To have you look at me like you knew everything about me and all of it was okay with you,” Orlando shook his head his eyes misting a little. “I never felt like that before, and I realized I’d do anything to keep that from changing. Like I said, you are really easy to love.”

Viggo did kiss him then pushing them both back so they were once again laying on the bed facing each other. “I will always look at you like that because there is nothing about you that I don’t love,” he whispered fiercely.

“When you kissed me then told me you loved me, God, it was the best day of my life. I was so happy and insanely in love with you. I still don’t know how we kept it a secret as long as we did.”

“People were used to seeing us a certain way. Unless we showed them otherwise they had no reason to believe anything had changed. And we are actors after all,” Viggo teased while working his mouth from Orlando’s neck to his collarbone.

“Billy knew.”

“Billy walked in on us after someone forgot to lock the trailer door.” Viggo bit lightly on Orlando’s nipple in mock punishment.

Orlando giggled. “I learned my lesson, but Billy kept our secret. He’s a good friend.”

“He’s very protective of you. I’d be jealous if I didn’t know better. Did I ever tell you he threatened me with my own sword if he found out I was using you?”

“How did you convince him your, ahh, intentions were honorable?” Orlando’s breath hitched as Viggo continued moving down his body, he licked Orlando’s tattoo.

“I told him I wanted you to meet Henry. He understood what that meant.” Viggo briefly abandon his exploration of Orlando’s body to smile at him when he answered.

“So sweeeeet,” Orlando dragged the last word out when Viggo engulfed his cock. “I guess we’re done talking,” he said breathlessly.

Viggo hummed his answer around Orlando’s cock loving the feel of it swelling in his mouth. He stroked Orlando’s balls with one hand while teasing the head of his cock with his tongue. He sucked it back into his mouth for a few minutes, but stopped when Orlando began to thrust into his mouth.

“Turn over,” he growled playfully slapping Orlando lightly on the hip. Orlando complied wordlessly pushing up on his knees without being asked.

As he usually was, Viggo was a bit overwhelmed by the stunning picture Orlando made. “You’re so beautiful Orli. I could spend the rest of my life just looking at you.” He ran finger down Orlando’s spine starting at the base of his neck and noting unconsciously when the scar tissue gave away to smooth skin. He didn’t stop when he reached Orlando’s ass, but continued until his finger met Orlando’s balls. The he brought it back up and stroked repeatedly over Orlando’s hole. Orlando remained silent, but Viggo felt the tremor that ran through his body, felt him tense then relax into the touch. After shifting into a more comfortable position, he replaced the finger with his tongue.

Orlando gasped then, and Viggo knew it was with pleasure. He licked Orlando’s hole again and again pressing his tongue against it but never into it. His hands naturally caressed Orlando’s ass in a matching rhythm. Then he gradually began to work his tongue into Orlando’s body. He took his time savoring the feel of Orlando opening up to him. Loving the sounds of Orlando moaning and pleading for more. His own cock leaked onto the bed, but he did his best to ignore the desire to rush. He thrust his tongue in deeply fluttering it inside Orlando as much as he could.

Orlando’s pleadings became louder and more insistent. “Jesus Viggo, please. I can’t. Just please don’t make me wait.” His words ran together as he begged for more.

Viggo practically dove for the nightstand fumbling for the lube and condom he’d left there earlier. He turned back to find Orlando exactly where he’d left him. “On your side Orli,” he whispered turning his own body to fit behind him. He liked to look at Orlando when they made love, but he could hold him closer this way. He thought they could both use the extra contact.

After months spent learning each other’s bodies, preparation and positioning were automatic. They both sighed once Viggo was finally inside Orlando. Viggo let his mind go then and concentrated on what he was feeling. The tight warmth around his cock, the feel of Orlando’s body in his arms, the tang of sweat when he licked Orlando’s neck. He began to thrust slowly, rolling his hips and pushing in a little deeper each time. He wanted to let the feelings build. He knew he was speaking, whispering words of love and passion into Orlando’s ear, but he couldn’t remember what they were. He could hear Orlando’s voice, but his words just rushed over him lost in a haze of pleasure. He felt his climax approaching, everything becoming sharper and brighter until he could bear it no longer, and tumbled over the edge with Orlando.

He turned Orlando to face him as soon as he withdrew from his body. He needed to see him, to kiss him. After a few soft kisses, he drew back just enough to see Orlando’s face. He gently brushed away the few tears he found there. The tears didn’t surprise him; he knew there were a few in his own eyes. But when Orlando didn’t return his smile, he became concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“That wasn’t the last time, was it?” Orlando asked quietly chewing a little on his bottom lip.

“Not unless you want it to be,” Viggo answered shaking his head. “I have something for you. Just wait here.” He left the bed reluctantly, but found what he needed quickly in his bag. He couldn’t help the nervous pounding of his heart when he rejoined Orlando and handed him the ring.

The light in Orlando’s eyes told him everything he needed to know. “What does it say?” Orlando asked his voice shaking a bit as he ran his nail over the Elvish inscription.

Viggo settled against the headboard and pulled Orlando into his arms before answering. “To Wherever It May Lead. I can’t; I won’t ask you for forever right now. There’s too much we still need to figure out. We need to see how we can make this work outside of this set. Your career is just starting, and you will have a whole new life to adjust to. But I want you to know that in my heart I already belong to you completely. As long as it’s what you want, I will be with you. No matter where life takes you and us, I will always be there. To wherever it may lead,” he repeated.

Orlando turned the ring over with his fingers seemingly fascinated by the way the light reflected off of it. “I’m going to fuck this up you know,” he said suddenly. “I’m going to make mistakes. Probably big ones and I’m so afraid of hurting you. But it won’t be because I don’t love you. I love more than I ever thought possible, and I’m not sure I know how to love this much. Just don’t give up on me, yeah. I’ll keep trying until I get it right, but I need to know you won’t give up. I need to know you believe in my love for you, that no matter what you know that I will always love you. Because I do, and I can promise that will never change.”

Viggo nodded his throat too tight for words. He watched as Orlando slipped the ring onto his ring finger. He knew it couldn’t stay there at least not yet, but his heart swelled to see it there. He pressed his forehead to Orlando’s and raised his hand to his mouth. He let the kiss he placed on the ring speak for him.



The words they spoke that night were their truth. They were repeated again and again in countless variations. They were the words that sealed their bond; the words they held onto when life overwhelmed them. They were the cornerstone of their history often beginning and ending the stories they passed down to their children and grandchildren. Of course those versions involved less swearing and more clothing. They were the words that gave comfort and rekindled faith. And on one starlight New Year’s Eve night, they were spoken publicly while the ring they once blessed was returned, once and for all, to its rightful place.

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