Untitled Billy/Viggo: For msilverstar
I wrote this back in April for msilverstar, one of my favorite people: she's generous and fun and, oh, does she love Billy/Viggo. I had posted it as a series of comments in her LJ, but she's asked me to make it public, and so I shall.
For you, dear one!
Title: Untitled Billy/Viggo
Author: Mirabile Dictu
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: Billy
Rating: G
Summary: Billy waits.
Billy stood at the entrance to the Great Hall of Edoras, the winds shoving him first one way, then another. Strands of hair caught in his eyes and mouth; he had to keep pushing it back, wishing he had a cap or even a kerchief, like Orli would use to wrap back Legolas' hair. He was only a hobbit, though, small and weak and with annoying hair.
"Billy?" He turned, raising his head to look up at Viggo, dressed as scruffy Aragorn. "Just visiting the set, or do you have a scene this afternoon?"
"Just visiting," he said, then staggered, buffeted by a strong gust. Viggo caught him quickly, bracing his shoulder. "Thanks." They stared at each other. Viggo's hand was hot on Billy's shoulder, burning through the jacket and shirt he wore, as if he touched the skin directly. The grey in Viggo's beard sparkled in the clear cold sunlight. Billy realized his hand was reaching up to touch the dimple in Viggo's chin, and jerked back, separating them. "Sorry," he said, feeling the blood rush to his face.
Viggo simply looked at him; no, Billy thought, Viggo's pale eyes look through him. What rubbish. No, it's true. He sighed.
"What is it?" Viggo asked quietly, leaning forward slightly.
Billy couldn't find his voice at first. He swallowed, throat dry from the constant wind and cold, and said, "Nothin'. Just waitin' for Dom."
"Ah." Viggo straightened. "Dom. Of course. I'll leave you to find him then." He made a strange gesture, almost a salute; very Aragorn-like, Billy thought, and watched as Viggo strode away.
~ ~ ~
"Beautiful beach," Viggo said, making Billy jump.
"Beautiful, yes," he agreed, looking away. Viggo stood very near him; Billy could feel whatever Viggo-vibrations he gave off pressing against his back. "Nice day for surfin'."
"Is it."
They stood in silence, Billy watching their shadows lengthen, stretching nearly to the water's edge, as the sun rose over the mountain behind him.
"When will you go?" Viggo asked.
"Go?"
"Surfing. When will you go surfing?"
"Surfin'. Yeah. Ah, when Dom gets home. Here. When Dom gets here."
"Didn't come home last night? That rascal. Out with his lovely lady."
Billy shrugged. "Reckon so."
"So you'll wait for Dom."
Billy didn't answer; it wasn't, after all, a question.
Their shadows retreated a bit as the sun rose higher. Despite the early hour and time of year, the air was as soft as silk on Billy's skin. The water would be warm, too, he thought, staring at the line where water and sky merged. "You surf, Vig?"
When there was no answer, he turned. Viggo was gone; his shadow gone as well.
~ ~ ~
Not very Pippin-like, Billy thought, catching a glimpse of himself in the rear-view mirror. Behind him, the road to Glasgow spun away, darkening in the sudden rain. The grey at his temples had drawn his attention. A symbol, he thought. The grey sky, the grey road, his grey hair.
What I miss, he thought, are grey eyes. But they were not to be found, not in Scotland, not even in England. Not the eyes he had waited for for so long. Then he slid in a CD, some mix Elijah had sent him, cranked up the volume, and began to bellow along.
When his mobile rang, he was ready to stretch his legs, find a friendly bush for a pee, so he pulled to the side of the road before flipping it open. "Vig?" he asked, surprised at the name on the display.
"Where are you?"
"Ah, on the road to Lunnan Bay. Why the fuck do you care?"
"Because I'm standing in front of your flat, trying to get you up. One of your neighbors got tired of me shouting and told me you'd left early this morning."
"Fuck, Vig, why didn't ya call? I'm miles away. Fuck. Listen, turn, ah, to your left. See the pub on the corner, with the red brick facing?"
"Sharkey's?"
"That's the one. Go in, talk to the barman, O'Neil. He's got a spare key."
"A publican has a spare key."
"Vig."
"I'll get the key. What'll you do?"
"Surf. I'm nearly there. But I'll be back late tonight." Billy opened the car door and breathed in the scent of moor and sheep. "What're ya doin' here?"
"Thought I'd surprise you."
"Well, you did that." He thought for a moment, knowing Viggo wouldn't press him. "You'll wait for me?"
He thought he could hear Viggo smile through the line. "Been waiting for you for years, Boyd."
"Years. Yeah. Then you'll wait a wee bit more?"
"I'll wait. I think it's time someone waited for you. For a change."
"Daft Yank," Billy said, but his face hurt from smiling, and the wet air settled on his face like a gentle kiss. "I won't make you wait too long."
For you, dear one!
Title: Untitled Billy/Viggo
Author: Mirabile Dictu
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Pairing: Billy
Rating: G
Summary: Billy waits.
Billy stood at the entrance to the Great Hall of Edoras, the winds shoving him first one way, then another. Strands of hair caught in his eyes and mouth; he had to keep pushing it back, wishing he had a cap or even a kerchief, like Orli would use to wrap back Legolas' hair. He was only a hobbit, though, small and weak and with annoying hair.
"Billy?" He turned, raising his head to look up at Viggo, dressed as scruffy Aragorn. "Just visiting the set, or do you have a scene this afternoon?"
"Just visiting," he said, then staggered, buffeted by a strong gust. Viggo caught him quickly, bracing his shoulder. "Thanks." They stared at each other. Viggo's hand was hot on Billy's shoulder, burning through the jacket and shirt he wore, as if he touched the skin directly. The grey in Viggo's beard sparkled in the clear cold sunlight. Billy realized his hand was reaching up to touch the dimple in Viggo's chin, and jerked back, separating them. "Sorry," he said, feeling the blood rush to his face.
Viggo simply looked at him; no, Billy thought, Viggo's pale eyes look through him. What rubbish. No, it's true. He sighed.
"What is it?" Viggo asked quietly, leaning forward slightly.
Billy couldn't find his voice at first. He swallowed, throat dry from the constant wind and cold, and said, "Nothin'. Just waitin' for Dom."
"Ah." Viggo straightened. "Dom. Of course. I'll leave you to find him then." He made a strange gesture, almost a salute; very Aragorn-like, Billy thought, and watched as Viggo strode away.
~ ~ ~
"Beautiful beach," Viggo said, making Billy jump.
"Beautiful, yes," he agreed, looking away. Viggo stood very near him; Billy could feel whatever Viggo-vibrations he gave off pressing against his back. "Nice day for surfin'."
"Is it."
They stood in silence, Billy watching their shadows lengthen, stretching nearly to the water's edge, as the sun rose over the mountain behind him.
"When will you go?" Viggo asked.
"Go?"
"Surfing. When will you go surfing?"
"Surfin'. Yeah. Ah, when Dom gets home. Here. When Dom gets here."
"Didn't come home last night? That rascal. Out with his lovely lady."
Billy shrugged. "Reckon so."
"So you'll wait for Dom."
Billy didn't answer; it wasn't, after all, a question.
Their shadows retreated a bit as the sun rose higher. Despite the early hour and time of year, the air was as soft as silk on Billy's skin. The water would be warm, too, he thought, staring at the line where water and sky merged. "You surf, Vig?"
When there was no answer, he turned. Viggo was gone; his shadow gone as well.
~ ~ ~
Not very Pippin-like, Billy thought, catching a glimpse of himself in the rear-view mirror. Behind him, the road to Glasgow spun away, darkening in the sudden rain. The grey at his temples had drawn his attention. A symbol, he thought. The grey sky, the grey road, his grey hair.
What I miss, he thought, are grey eyes. But they were not to be found, not in Scotland, not even in England. Not the eyes he had waited for for so long. Then he slid in a CD, some mix Elijah had sent him, cranked up the volume, and began to bellow along.
When his mobile rang, he was ready to stretch his legs, find a friendly bush for a pee, so he pulled to the side of the road before flipping it open. "Vig?" he asked, surprised at the name on the display.
"Where are you?"
"Ah, on the road to Lunnan Bay. Why the fuck do you care?"
"Because I'm standing in front of your flat, trying to get you up. One of your neighbors got tired of me shouting and told me you'd left early this morning."
"Fuck, Vig, why didn't ya call? I'm miles away. Fuck. Listen, turn, ah, to your left. See the pub on the corner, with the red brick facing?"
"Sharkey's?"
"That's the one. Go in, talk to the barman, O'Neil. He's got a spare key."
"A publican has a spare key."
"Vig."
"I'll get the key. What'll you do?"
"Surf. I'm nearly there. But I'll be back late tonight." Billy opened the car door and breathed in the scent of moor and sheep. "What're ya doin' here?"
"Thought I'd surprise you."
"Well, you did that." He thought for a moment, knowing Viggo wouldn't press him. "You'll wait for me?"
He thought he could hear Viggo smile through the line. "Been waiting for you for years, Boyd."
"Years. Yeah. Then you'll wait a wee bit more?"
"I'll wait. I think it's time someone waited for you. For a change."
"Daft Yank," Billy said, but his face hurt from smiling, and the wet air settled on his face like a gentle kiss. "I won't make you wait too long."