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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: zarakan@hotmail.com
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: The Yellow Trucker Cap

Chapter 21

There is silence as I try to process what my god has just told me.

He dated Eric Bana aka Leopard-man.

Are they still dating? What’s going on between them now?

But before I can spend anymore time dwelling on this, Orlando is pulling at my hand.

“I think we’ve done enough talking for a long time. I don’t usually blab out my entire life story till at least the tenth date.”

At least my god is enjoying my stunned reaction to his revelation. He’s still trying to pull me off the couch, but I find my knees are missing and I can’t move.

“Wh-what? You dated Eric?”

He rolls his eyes and flops down onto the couch beside me.

“I don’t want to talk about this now. We’ve been talking for what seems like forever. Besides, you’ve seen me at my worst – ”

“Your worst?” He even has a worst? He’s perfection all over.

“Yeah. You’ve seen me as a weakling and needing a nap, crying all over your shoulder, then you see Eric ‘coming to my rescue’, and hear about all the crap that’s happened in my life…I am such a mess.”

“Oh, muffin…not at all.”

I drag him over to pull onto my lap and the melancholy mood is shattered when he shrieks with laughter as I dig my fingers into his sides.

He’s right though, my apartment has been filled with the sounds of shouting, whimpering, crying and nervous whispering these past few hours…but now that it’s out of the way, there will only be the sounds of his happy, exuberant laughter.

~~~

It takes us a while to calm down, but like the Orlando I remember, he’s all eager and smiles.

“Let’s get out of here. I hate being locked up indoors.”

That’s probably a good idea. My poor god could do with a change of scenery after all this gloom.

“What do you want to do then?”

“I don’t know. Let’s go for a walk then get something to eat. I can’t sit still.”

Anyone could have seen that, the way he’s bouncing around on the balls of his feet. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this full of energy. Could be a need for the release of tensioom eom earlier.

“I’ll get my keys and we’ll be off,” I promise him as I sweep the teddy mug from the coffee table to deposit in the sink. I wouldn’t want it to get stained. Call me Mr Domestic, but that mug is precious to me and I wouldn’t want to risk it getting broken either leaving it on the table, knowing how careless I am.

Orlando is still bouncing around but is making his way to the door when he suddenly stops and looks wildly around him, almost losing his balance on the crutch.

“What?”

“I’ve dropped my cap somewhere.”

“You don’t need it…it’s not that bright out.”

“No, I do need it,” he tells me firmly, starting to dig around the living room.

Tone one he took surprised me. It’s just a cap…and we might not even be out for long, but the way he’s insistently throwing cushions around convinces me to poke around the coffee table.

“Found it!”

I can only roll my eyes as my prince manages to drag out his bedraggled yellow cap from under the couch. It must be painful for his back and legs, the way he’s half-crawling backwards out. I move his crutch out in a better position and help him up.

“How did that get down there? I saw you fiddling with it earlier.”

“No idea. Bet I dropped it then unknowingly kicked it under. Anyway, now I’ve got it, we can finally be on our way.”

He’s adorable as he winks at me and jams the cap onto his curls as we head to the door again.

All of a sudden, it seems to hit me at once.

The yellow cap…the beret…the bandanas…the sunglasses…

“Orlando? You do…know you’re beautiful, right?”

He chuckles uncomfortably and won’t look at me.

“If you say so.”

“Orlando…”

I pull on his arm to get his attention and won’t give up until he’s looking reluctantly at me, though his cap his blocking some of his vision.

“You can’t believe what Hristo says…Orlando…”

“Well…well…”

“You are special. And you’re astonishing to look at. I can’t believe I haven’t noticed it before…you’re always hiding behind these things!” I gesture at his cap and resist the urge to pull it off of him.

“N-no, that’s not it at all. You don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s nothing wrong with wearing a cap.”

He’s a terrible liar. One of the first ways to tell if a person is lying is to see if they can look you in the eye. Orlando evidently can’t – he’s too sweet and pure to lie. Unlike Henry who once managed to convince me he was staying at his friend’s house for a week. He actually went off with his friends to Vegas and I couldn’t tell though he called me everyday to tell me about how he was being forced to ‘walk the dog ‘and ‘mow his friend’s lawn till his arms fell off’. I never figured it out till I found ticket stub to a Vegas show in his jeans pocket about a week later.

“Oh, muffin…”

I wrench the cap off of his head and throw it to a side. I don’t care where it lands, I only know that he needs comfort and why am I too thick to have not noticed it earlier? Damn that Hristo. They may have broken up years ago, but the scars he left behind on my god are still fresh. I am going to have to make a conscious effort to reassure my prince that he’s perfect and absolutely, undeniably attractive.

My fragile prince allows me to slowly encase him in my arms and I rub my nose with his. I would love nothing more than to kiss him, but I had promised myself to take things slowly. Maybe we’ll discuss his impotency later when he’s more comfortable around me, sexually. But until then, I’ll have to rein in my crazy libido and ensure that he feels wanted and loved, not merely lusted after. He’s had enough of that in his young life.

“Viggo…” comes the whimpered sigh and then he’s nuzzling back.

It’s a childlike and simple act but it soothes him from what I can tell, so we stand there in each other’s arms for a while, gently nuzzling. It must be amusing to witness, seeing to grown men standing next to the door just cuddling.

Pulling away reluctantly, I receive a kiss on the cheek, then Orlando is going over to retrieve his discarded cap.

“Leave it behind?” I beg, already knowing the answer as he pulls it back on, squashing Johnson in the process. Poor Johnson.

“I need it. It’s sunny outside.”

It might be sunny outside, but it’s raining inside.

~~~

I was insistent we wait for the lift since I didn’t want my god to strain himself taking the stairs on crutches, but he flashed me that pout and I conceded.

We were on the second floor when I knew we could go now further.

My poor Orlando was bent almost double over the banister, breathing heavily and was only still upright because of the crutch. I wrapped an arm around his waist and pushed open the door that would lead us into the lift lobby of the second floor.

Elegant double doors stood there, but it was the texture of it that surprised me and I went over to look closer at it. I might have been wrong, but it appears as if it were a huge slab of stone on hinges. This must be a heavy door. It looked fascinating and I couldn’t resist running my hands on it – it felt rough, like the pumice stone Exene used to use in the shower for soft feet.

There was also the same little gold plaque ane, ne, except this was engraved with a little wolf. Ah, this must be where Vanessa and the kids live.

My god hobbled over and saw me reverently stroke the cool grain of the stone and he grinned.

“It’s cool, isn’t it? It’s actually made of loads of smaller slabs, though it’s all the same colour. They had to have it specifically made, but Johnny’s wicked like that. Always wants stuff that noone else has.” He laughs quietly before continuing, “Though I can’t open that door myself on a crutch. Not enough leverage. Come to think of it, neither Jack nor Lily-Rose can open it either. I bet Johnny had it done on purpose so his kids couldn’t run away…”

I grin with him and after one last pat, I leave the cold stone behind and lead my god to the lift.

We didn’t have to wait long, but Orlando’s expression of relief as the doors slid open made me laugh.

“Serves you right for wanting to walk! I hope you’ll listen to what I say from now on.”

He rolls his eyes and punches me playfully in the shoulder as I press the button for the ground floor.

“Sure, sure…give me one more kiss before we get out in the open.”

I make sure to remove his cap and brush his curls back with my hand before leaning in and giving myself over into the bliss that is a god’s touch.

There are still many things you’re not telling me, Orlando, and I don’t know why you wanted us to take the stairs at the risk of your own health to avoid Kurt, but I am going to let you do things your way for a while until you’re comfortable enough to stop lying to me.

I hope for both our sakes, that it will be soon.

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