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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: A cat growls, an eagle admires the pretty colours, and a young man finally grows up...

Chapter 28

Any second now…there we go.

Leopard-man has been methodically banging open all the doors in my apartment trying to find Orlando, and has inevitably arrived at my bedroom door.

“Viggo Mortensen…if he’s actually in here…” he doesn’t have to finish thhreahreat as I already have a pretty good idea of what he’s going to do, so to move things along, I wave a hand derogatorily at him.

“Yes, yes, nothing new you can think of to threaten me with. I’ve heard them all before.”

Something inside me is telling me to wrestle the 200-pound cat away from my precious nest, but I know it’s only a matter of sooner or later before he manages to break in…what difference would it make if I got in his way, except for a few bruises and probably a broken nose?

I stay calmly in the corridor waiting, and the door clicks shut quietly as the agitated Leopard gracefully prowls in.

It doesn’t take long. Maybe four seconds of silence before he’s walking back out and carefully easing shut the door behind him.

Eh?

My answer comes quickly – he’s charging towards me now with murder in his eyes and his fists clenched by his side. For such a tall man, he can move surprisingly swiftly. Maybe he’s not a leopard but a cheetah.

I don’t have long to think this through before he’s in my face and actually growling.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Mortensen!!!”

For some inconceivable reason, he’s shouting at me in a whisper and it’s amusing. What is he up to?

“I think I am the title-holder of the fourth floor of this fine establishment and you are thereby trespassing since I never technically invited you in. However, I am not going to press charges for Orlando’s sake…this time.” To mock him, I’ve answered back in the same whisper/shouting manner and it’s raising the hair on his neck.

This is not a happy kitty.

“Would you please speak quieter!” he hisses at me.

“What? You want me to yell quietly?”

“Yes!” I wouldn’t have believed it if I weren’t here watching this unfold, but the Leopard-man actually looks bashful before continuing, “…Orlando is still asleep.”

Oh wow…I had scoffed at Orlando earlier on, but it seems my prince was right: underneath his rough fur, this leopard really is a softie at heart. I wonder how all the world’s toughest looking men become so sensitive and tender inside, Beanie being another one of these "burnt marshmallows". No wonder the two get along so well.

“Why are we even yelling/shouting anyway?”

He pauses. I don’t think he remembers why either, then anger floods his face again. Ah, the good things in life never last.

“Orlando…” he growls, “in your bed…”

“He’s just sleeping. And besides, what does it mean to you? You two already broke up! You’re not his father or blood family, despite what he says bout you two being close.”

He just shakes his head at me dismissively.

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

That gets on my nerves.

“Obviously, I understand his needs better than you do since he came to me. That’s right, not you, but me.”

In hindsight, I should have seen it coming. Should have anticipated it.

But the nehinghing I know, I am lying face up on the floor watching odd spots dance in front of my eyes. Although there’s a throbbing in my face, the colours are pretty, merging and causing the ceiling to move back and forth a bit so I stay still to watch for a bit. I am worried I am going to be blown away by the wind chasing the colours around, so I hold onto tightly to the floor to stop from falling away into the dark.

“Viggo!”

There is a frightened squeal, and then Orlando is at my side. He too looks funny coloured…kinda red, and he’s also floating around so I reach out a hand and try to keep him anchored to me, but he’s fussing and patting at my face, murmuring quietly.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? Oh, Viggo…”

No idea what he’s talking about, but over my prince’s shoulder, I see Leopard-man also staring down at me, rubbing briskly at his knuckles. What’s wrong with him now? Rabid cat...

Then that evil demon cat is hauling my god away from me to sit on the couch, Orlando fighting him every step of the way, squirming and pushing him away.

“How did you get out here alone anyway?” Leopard-man demands angrily.

Orlando shoves at his tormentor, but he isn’t physically strong enough to do much more and he settles for staring at me instead. His eyes are such a pretty colour. It’s nicer when they’re open and not shut like when he was sleeping earlier.

“Viggo?”

They’re both looking worriedly at me at this point and I realise that I must have said my last thought aloud. My poor god looks so confused, I try to explain, still clutching desperately to the floor.

“Just looking at them. Brown. No, chocolate. And they’re open now. That’s nicer. Yeah.”

Ignoring the hands keeping him sitting, my angel manages to make his way sliding and crawling over to place my head in his lap, resisting his protector’s aid.

The poor boy looks so tormented I reach up and try to stroke his cheek but I misjudge the distance and knock at his ear.

“Viggo, are you okay?”

Why does he keep asking me that?

“Fine, muffin, just fine…though I feel like my eye’s exploded…and everything is so colourful…”

“Eric! Get some ice, I am worried about his eye, it’s all bloodshot and starting to water.”

There is silence and the hand that had been comfortingly stroking my head stops suddenly. I want it to continue again so I push my head into my angel’s lap and rumble in the back of my throat. He takes the hint and it’s all good again, until the chill in the room escalates at an alarming rate when Orlando speaks.

“Eric. I said to get the ice.”

Silence, then a sullen,

“I am not helping him. He deserved that punch. You didn’t hear what he said.”

“I did, actually. I was listening from the hallway.”

There is another long silence and I am grateful for the silence, the pounding in my head doesn’t stop though and I moan when Leopard-man starts talking again. It is reassuring though when Orlando twines his hand with mine so I stop the digging-for-sympathy-sounds and merely cuddle closer to his warmth.

“He said you chose him over me.”

Nothing, then a quiet, “I need you both, but for different things.”

“Okay. I respect that. But I’ve changed my mind. We’re not waiting two weeks to go to Australia. I gave you extra time to properly say goodbye to that,” I can imagine he’s grimacing at me here, “so you could have a clean break up and heal quicker once we moved away. I don’t think you need that time anymore. We’re leaving on Friday.”

“You can’t do this! Viggo’s right…you’re not my father! You can’t make these life-altering decisions for me!”

I turn my head to look at how Leopard-man is taking this, and the movement hurts me, but it was worth it to see the stricken look cross his face.

“Th-that’s…the first time you’ve ever shouted at me, Orli…apologise and I’ll forget about it.”

I wanted to applaud when I heard my god’s next words, but my hand was still clutched tightly in Orlando’s and I wouldn’t pull it away for anything. I wonder briefly what one hand applauding sounds like.

“You deserved it. You’re not respecting me as my own person. I was planning to go with you because I love you.”

After hearing something like that, are you even surprised that Leopard stormed away to the front door and threw it open? I can’t say I was, and my brain was still trying to figure out which way was up.

“And now you don’t love me anymore and don’t need me.” He walked out the door but turned back before letting the door slam shut, “You know what, Orli? You're both right - I am not your father…but to me at least, you're my younger brother.”

There was a thump as the door slid shut and my god let out a strangled gasp.

Hmm. My eyes are getting so heavy. I should just close them and let them rest a while…my prince won’t mind.

My last thought was on the wet droplets that kept landing on my face and the odd gasping sounds coming from near my head.

Silly Orlando, he should close the windows if it’s raining and pouring. Don’t want the place to flood, after all.

TBC...
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