FIC: Matchmaker, Matchmaker (Lotrips+; PG)
Title: Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Author: darkrosetiger
Fandom: Lotrips+
Pairing: implied Viggo/Orlando/Sean and Orlando/Jason
Archive: Please ask.
Rating: PG
Summary: When he hears that Viggo may be doing a project with Jason Isaacs, Orlando gives Viggo a call.
Warnings: None--can you believe it?
Disclaimer: 100% Complete and Total Fictional Product. Not real in any way, shape, or form.
Notes: Last week, Production Weekly announced that Viggo was going to be starring in the film Good with Jason Isaacs. The next day, word got out that his management had not authorized the release of that information, presumably because it's still not a done deal.
Recently, in an email to one of his fansites, Jason indicated that the rumors had some basis in fact. saying "You may have seen by now that Viggo Mortensen has signed up to do Good next year... jitters aside, it’ll be great to finally get it started and I think Viggo’s a fabulous choice. Hope he thinks the same about me!"
...and of course, the hearts of RPSers everywhere exploded.
This is all complete wishful thinking on my part, since there's still no solid confirmation that Viggo's doing the project. But a girl can dream, can't she?
Viggo looks at his email inbox and sighs. While he's not in the habit of searching out stuff about himself online, he does have a Google alert set up; it's pretty much what he used to get when he used a clipping service. Right now most of the articles are about his speech at the St. Lawrence commencement, but there are several that mention him doing Good. It's not that he doesn't want to do the project--he's still very much interested--but there are still details to be worked out and contract's not signed yet, so he'd have preferred not to have it all over the internet.
He's on his way to the kitchen to throw breakfast together when the phone rings. The number on the caller ID is familiar, and he's grinning when he picks up. "Hi, Orlando."
"Viggo! How are you, man? It's been what, a whole two days?" Orlando laughs; Viggo can almost hear him bouncing.
"I'm fine--are you in town already?" he asks.
"Not yet, but soon, for the premieres. We're still getting together, though, right?" Orlando actually sounds worried, which makes Viggo smile; he appreciates that Orlando doesn't take it for granted that Viggo will want to see him.
"Of course. Depending on your schedule, I was thinking that maybe we'd go up to the ranch for a few days and get you away from the media blitz."
"That'd be brilliant," Orlando says. "I can't wait. Hey--I heard you're gonna be working with Jason Isaacs on something?"
"Well, I was thinking about it, yeah. Nothing's definite, though. Somebody apparently leaked it prematurely." Viggo runs a hand through his hair, making it all stick up instead of just most of it. "Kind of...awkward, really, because now I look like a jerk if I can't do it."
"Oh..." Orlando sounds a little disappointed. "Yeah, I can see that...is it just a scheduling thing?"
"Partly. I've got Eastern Promises shooting this fall and Appaloosa in fall of '07, and I just don't know if I want to commit myself to three in a row, you know?" As he says it, he realizes that Orlando probably doesn't know; at this point in his career, Orlando needs to be constantly working so he doesn't end up as the last next big thing.
"Right, no, that totally makes sense. But if you can swing it, I think...I mean, it's a really good play, and I think you'd love working with Jason. He's great, he really is."
Viggo frowns slightly, thinking. "When did you...oh, right. Black Hawk Down."
"Yeah." Viggo can hear the smile in Orlando's voice. "It was...well, I told you about some of that, right?" Orlando had talked to him at length about how disorienting it had been to go from the intense closeness of Rings filming straight into Ranger Orientation and four months of shooting in the Moroccan desert.
"Jason was great. The Army guys kept acting like he was supposed to be in charge of the Rangers, because he was playing the captain, but he just laughed and joked about it and...I dunno, he was just there, you know? It was weird, too, because he kind of reminded me of a cross between you and Sean."
Viggo almost spits maté through his nose at that mental image. "Is that supposed to be a good thing?"
Orlando laughs. "Of course it is! Seriously, he's really smart--he went to Central for drama school, but before that he'd gone to uni to study law--and when he talks about politics he sounds a lot like you, but he's really funny, like Sean--not that you're not!--but he's a bloke, you know, and he's totally crazy about footie and gave me all kinds of shit--"
"What team?" Viggo asks, trying to slow the torrent of words from Orlando.
"The Reds--Liverpool. That's where he's from, although he's not like Sean, and he doesn't have the accent. He does an amazing American accent though--people swore he sounded like he was really from Georgia."
"Sounds like you were pretty taken with him," Viggo says carefully, not sure that he should come out and ask if Orlando had slept with the guy. His relationship with Orlando has never been about possessiveness, and he doesn't want Orlando to think he's jealous.
Orlando laughs again, and this time Viggo's sure he can hear him blushing. "Yeah...I mean, he's funny and smart--you should see him on the talk shows; I wish I could learn to control an interview like that--and he's a fucking good actor, even if he doesn't get the kind of credit he should. And...er...I don't think I told you, but he and I did...a couple of times in Morocco. He's married, but they've got a deal where it's okay if he messes about with blokes during a shoot, as long as he's discreet, and that's totally fine with me, and I was missing the hell out of you and Sean...he's got an absolutely wicked tongue."
"So did you call to tell me I should work with him, or that I should sleep with him?" Viggo says, chuckling. "Sounds like you're trying to fix us up."
"Jason said that, when I called him," Orlando says cheerfully, not at all repentant. "Gave me shit for playing yenta, and said I sounded like his grandmother."
"Wait, you had this same conversation with him?" Viggo cradles the phone between his neck and shoulder so he can bury his face in both hands. "Orlando..."
"It wasn't exactly the same, but I did say you were great to work with and that I thought you two would get on well. And I might have said something about you being dead sexy. Oh, and I might also have mentioned knowing that you were open to threesomes..." Orlando cracks up. "Okay, just kidding on that last part."
"You'd better be," Viggo grumbles. "Fucking brat--just wait till I get my hands on you."
"I am waiting," Orlando purrs into the phone. "With great antici...........pation. Oh fuck--I wasn't watching the time. Shit--I'll call you tonight, okay, Viggo? Love you!" Viggo barely has time to say it back before Orlando rings off.
After replacing the phone in its cradle, Viggo pauses and sits down at the computer again. After a few minutes of searching, he finds the interview he was looking for, and Jason's description of the film, which is what had piqued his interest when he first saw it: "Ostensibly it’s about Germany in the 30s but it’s not really, it’s about what am I doing when civil rights around me are being suspended? Because they are."
Intelligent, perceptive, good at what he does--and Orlando thinks he's fabulous. I suppose I can make the time. Viggo picks up the phone and calls his agent.
Author: darkrosetiger
Fandom: Lotrips+
Pairing: implied Viggo/Orlando/Sean and Orlando/Jason
Archive: Please ask.
Rating: PG
Summary: When he hears that Viggo may be doing a project with Jason Isaacs, Orlando gives Viggo a call.
Warnings: None--can you believe it?
Disclaimer: 100% Complete and Total Fictional Product. Not real in any way, shape, or form.
Notes: Last week, Production Weekly announced that Viggo was going to be starring in the film Good with Jason Isaacs. The next day, word got out that his management had not authorized the release of that information, presumably because it's still not a done deal.
Recently, in an email to one of his fansites, Jason indicated that the rumors had some basis in fact. saying "You may have seen by now that Viggo Mortensen has signed up to do Good next year... jitters aside, it’ll be great to finally get it started and I think Viggo’s a fabulous choice. Hope he thinks the same about me!"
...and of course, the hearts of RPSers everywhere exploded.
This is all complete wishful thinking on my part, since there's still no solid confirmation that Viggo's doing the project. But a girl can dream, can't she?
Viggo looks at his email inbox and sighs. While he's not in the habit of searching out stuff about himself online, he does have a Google alert set up; it's pretty much what he used to get when he used a clipping service. Right now most of the articles are about his speech at the St. Lawrence commencement, but there are several that mention him doing Good. It's not that he doesn't want to do the project--he's still very much interested--but there are still details to be worked out and contract's not signed yet, so he'd have preferred not to have it all over the internet.
He's on his way to the kitchen to throw breakfast together when the phone rings. The number on the caller ID is familiar, and he's grinning when he picks up. "Hi, Orlando."
"Viggo! How are you, man? It's been what, a whole two days?" Orlando laughs; Viggo can almost hear him bouncing.
"I'm fine--are you in town already?" he asks.
"Not yet, but soon, for the premieres. We're still getting together, though, right?" Orlando actually sounds worried, which makes Viggo smile; he appreciates that Orlando doesn't take it for granted that Viggo will want to see him.
"Of course. Depending on your schedule, I was thinking that maybe we'd go up to the ranch for a few days and get you away from the media blitz."
"That'd be brilliant," Orlando says. "I can't wait. Hey--I heard you're gonna be working with Jason Isaacs on something?"
"Well, I was thinking about it, yeah. Nothing's definite, though. Somebody apparently leaked it prematurely." Viggo runs a hand through his hair, making it all stick up instead of just most of it. "Kind of...awkward, really, because now I look like a jerk if I can't do it."
"Oh..." Orlando sounds a little disappointed. "Yeah, I can see that...is it just a scheduling thing?"
"Partly. I've got Eastern Promises shooting this fall and Appaloosa in fall of '07, and I just don't know if I want to commit myself to three in a row, you know?" As he says it, he realizes that Orlando probably doesn't know; at this point in his career, Orlando needs to be constantly working so he doesn't end up as the last next big thing.
"Right, no, that totally makes sense. But if you can swing it, I think...I mean, it's a really good play, and I think you'd love working with Jason. He's great, he really is."
Viggo frowns slightly, thinking. "When did you...oh, right. Black Hawk Down."
"Yeah." Viggo can hear the smile in Orlando's voice. "It was...well, I told you about some of that, right?" Orlando had talked to him at length about how disorienting it had been to go from the intense closeness of Rings filming straight into Ranger Orientation and four months of shooting in the Moroccan desert.
"Jason was great. The Army guys kept acting like he was supposed to be in charge of the Rangers, because he was playing the captain, but he just laughed and joked about it and...I dunno, he was just there, you know? It was weird, too, because he kind of reminded me of a cross between you and Sean."
Viggo almost spits maté through his nose at that mental image. "Is that supposed to be a good thing?"
Orlando laughs. "Of course it is! Seriously, he's really smart--he went to Central for drama school, but before that he'd gone to uni to study law--and when he talks about politics he sounds a lot like you, but he's really funny, like Sean--not that you're not!--but he's a bloke, you know, and he's totally crazy about footie and gave me all kinds of shit--"
"What team?" Viggo asks, trying to slow the torrent of words from Orlando.
"The Reds--Liverpool. That's where he's from, although he's not like Sean, and he doesn't have the accent. He does an amazing American accent though--people swore he sounded like he was really from Georgia."
"Sounds like you were pretty taken with him," Viggo says carefully, not sure that he should come out and ask if Orlando had slept with the guy. His relationship with Orlando has never been about possessiveness, and he doesn't want Orlando to think he's jealous.
Orlando laughs again, and this time Viggo's sure he can hear him blushing. "Yeah...I mean, he's funny and smart--you should see him on the talk shows; I wish I could learn to control an interview like that--and he's a fucking good actor, even if he doesn't get the kind of credit he should. And...er...I don't think I told you, but he and I did...a couple of times in Morocco. He's married, but they've got a deal where it's okay if he messes about with blokes during a shoot, as long as he's discreet, and that's totally fine with me, and I was missing the hell out of you and Sean...he's got an absolutely wicked tongue."
"So did you call to tell me I should work with him, or that I should sleep with him?" Viggo says, chuckling. "Sounds like you're trying to fix us up."
"Jason said that, when I called him," Orlando says cheerfully, not at all repentant. "Gave me shit for playing yenta, and said I sounded like his grandmother."
"Wait, you had this same conversation with him?" Viggo cradles the phone between his neck and shoulder so he can bury his face in both hands. "Orlando..."
"It wasn't exactly the same, but I did say you were great to work with and that I thought you two would get on well. And I might have said something about you being dead sexy. Oh, and I might also have mentioned knowing that you were open to threesomes..." Orlando cracks up. "Okay, just kidding on that last part."
"You'd better be," Viggo grumbles. "Fucking brat--just wait till I get my hands on you."
"I am waiting," Orlando purrs into the phone. "With great antici...........pation. Oh fuck--I wasn't watching the time. Shit--I'll call you tonight, okay, Viggo? Love you!" Viggo barely has time to say it back before Orlando rings off.
After replacing the phone in its cradle, Viggo pauses and sits down at the computer again. After a few minutes of searching, he finds the interview he was looking for, and Jason's description of the film, which is what had piqued his interest when he first saw it: "Ostensibly it’s about Germany in the 30s but it’s not really, it’s about what am I doing when civil rights around me are being suspended? Because they are."
Intelligent, perceptive, good at what he does--and Orlando thinks he's fabulous. I suppose I can make the time. Viggo picks up the phone and calls his agent.