A/N: WHEEE! Here's the new chapter, full of Viggo/Mac, and MOBY'S SECRET IS REVEALED. Yay! Read on, dear readers, read on!
***^^***
A week had passed since the free ride down Snow Jam, and the race had not been nearly as... interesting... as the free ride. Psymon had repaid Griff by knocking him down nice and hard on two occasions; Viggo had done well to avoid Mac, the one time he was knocked into the other resulting in only a quick frown and a sorry; and in the end, Psymon had come in third, Viggo in second, and Mac in first, by a close match.
The ride back to the lodge was more eventful.
"Psymon, we're gonna need to rework these rules of yours," Nate growled, standing in front of the sitting Canadian, arms crossed. Oni raised an eyebrow from her convenient seat in Psymon's lap, his arms around her waist. Griff was sitting next to them, and had been talking to Oni about a cartoon called Invader Zim.
"What's to rework?" Psymon asked easily, with a hint of malice underneath.
"We're not going to wait around outside for hours on end because you need some time with your girl here." There was a certain way he said "girl" that put Oni on edge.
"Well, we aren't going to make Kaori do it," she growled, eyes narrowing. Griff blinked at the three, but decided not to get involved, instead, he got up and went over to Viggo and Mac.
"This gondola is pretty big," Viggo said, raising an eyebrow. He looked at Mac, "Are the others in line still?"
"Nah, they're heading up right now - behind us." Griff sat down next to Viggo.
"What's up, lil' buddy?" the Swede asked, grinning at his friend.
"Nate's pickin' fights with Oni and Psymon, and I don't want to get hurt, so I'm staying out of it."
"Aw, crap," Mac muttered. "That's just what we need."
"Now, Nate, I know you're jealous, but when you get a girl you can have the room too," Psymon said, smirking. "Unless, you're more likely to get a guy?"
"You disgusting bastard," the American spat. "I'm not a queer."
Viggo frowned, and then smirked.
"Viggo?" Mac asked, nervous.
"I'm about to start some major tabloids here," the Swede responded, standing up and gliding over to Nate. "Oh, Nate, baby, don't hide it. It's so obvious!" Nate spun, and looked at Viggo in confusion and anger.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" Viggo looped his arms over the other male's shoulders, grinning ear to ear.
"Oh, honey, they know all about us."
"Us?! What the fu-" Viggo's arms crossed behind Nate's neck, and he leaned up and kissed the other full on the lips.
"Holy shit!" Mac shouted, jumping up. Griff raised an eyebrow and blinked confusedly. Oni and Psymon started cackling, Oni at Mac's response and Psymon at Nate's.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, YOU FUCKING FAIRY GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Nate shoved the Swede into the pole behind him, then punched him, hard, in the stomach, causing him to double over. "Don't fucking touch me!"
"Ow," Viggo hissed, grabbing his stomach, then looking up and grinning cheekily at Nate. "Now, honey, save the rough stuff for the bedroom."
"Shut up!" Nate yelled, letting his fist head straight for Viggo's teeth.
Mac was in between them in an instant, and grabbed the other American's fist, twisting his arm painfully. "Back off," he growled.
"Yeah, Nate, back off. You don't wanna get in trouble for committing a hate crime, now do you?" Viggo asked, still grinning as he slowly stood. Then he frowned, "Does that count if you're only bi? I was never good with American laws."
"Hey, I was part right!" Psymon exclaimed. Oni smacked his shoulder lightly.
"I'm gonna let you go now, and your gonna go sit down over on the other side of the gondola, and shut yer trap until we get back to the lodge, a'ight?" With that, Mac let go of the other's arm, and pushed him over towards the corner opposite Griff. He turned to Viggo. "You okay, man?"
"Yeah, no problems here." He turned to Nate, who was glaring at him from the corner. "Hey, sailor, tell me next time you get kicked out. I'll show you a good time."
"Fucking cocksucker."
"Only part-time."
"Dude, don't push it," Mac muttered, "That guy's violent." Viggo shot him a look.
"Really. Hadn't noticed." Oni grinned as the gondola came to a shaky stop. Psymon stood, holding his girl, and grinned at Nate.
"Sorry, man, but the rule stays.... And stay out of the room for the afternoon, okay?"
"Aw, man," Griff muttered, picking up his board and standing, "Again?"
"You can hang in my room," Mac said, grinning, "You any good at Bloody Roar?"
"Any good?!" the boy asked excitedly, "I'm only good!"
"Good, I've been lookin' for some competition. You wanna come, Viggo?"
"Oh, I don't know... I mean, Moby might horribly miss my vivacious presence in the room..." He looked at the gondola coming up and noticed said boarder engaged in a heavy make-out session with Zoe, and then smirked, "Then again, he might praise the gods. Alright, sure." He followed the two to the lodge. Nate was the last out, and he growled, his board in a white-knuckled grip.
***
After being beaten fifteen times in a row by Griff, Mac decided that maybe challenging someone who knew how to control the most powerful characters in the game was a bad idea. Viggo had done his best from his bed of dirty clothes, which he had shoved to the side and sat in, quite comfortably. He had cheered both of them on, laughing at Mac's failed attempts to win.
"You comfortable?" Mac asked dryly as he stood. Viggo gave him the thumbs up.
"I never knew a guy to have so much clothing," he said absently, toying with the sleeve of a sweatshirt. "Even I don't have this much crap."
"I dunno. Just like clothes." He shrugged, and passed Griff the CD case that held all of his RPGs, to let the kid play something on his own for a while, while Mac rested and maybe ordered a few burgers for them. "I get cold easily, so half the time I need more on at one time."
"That's deterring." Mac raised an eyebrow.
"Deterring you from what?" Viggo grinned, and pushed himself up from the pile, then winced and touched his chest.
"Well, damn!" he muttered exasperatedly, lifting up his shirt, having shed his jacket a while back. There was a darkening bruise on his stomach, right below his ribs.
"Ouch." Mac turned and grabbed the ice bucket, going into the bathroom. Viggo followed him, shirt back in it's proper position.
"What are you doing?"
"Duh, man, I'm making an ice... uh... thing. For your bruise."
"Don't you Americans use beef?"
"Nah, that's for black eyes." Mac had taken one of the clean hand towels from the towel rack and put some of the non-melted ice cubes on it, folding in the corners and looking at Viggo, who had lifted his shirt again to study the bruise.
The American put the bag on the bruise. "Hold that there, 'kay?"
"Yes, mother," Viggo snorted, putting his hand on top of the ice pack, and consequently, on top of Mac's hand.
"Um..."
"Thanks," the Swede said quickly, moving his hand so Mac could pull his away. "Jag tro jag älskar dig."
"Wha?"
"I said it's not as painful. Sorry, Swedish slip." Mac nodded, and pulled his hand away finally. Liar, liar, pants on fire, Viggo's inner voice murmured.
"It's okay. At least it doesn't hurt, huh?"
"Yeah. Um, so..."
"So..."
"Moby's acting weird," Viggo suddenly blurted out. Mac frowned, and raised an eyebrow.
"He always acts weird, he's British."
"No... I mean, he's acting weird. I heard him and Zoe talking." Mac blinked, then his eyes widened.
"Do you think he knocked her up?"
"Whaaaat?!" Viggo shook his head quickly, "No, no, no! I mean... she sounded more worried about him. I think he's a psychopathic murderer."
"He can come off like that sometimes," Mac muttered.
"I'm kinda worrying for my life here, y'know?" Viggo easily lifted himself onto the counter of the large bathroom, frowning. "Zoe said something about it being close to 'that time.' What the hell would that mean?"
"He's on the rag?" Mac jumped on his feet, looking slightly hysterical, "I knew it! He's really a woman in disguise! There was a reason he was so pissy last season!"
"He's not a girl!" Viggo exclaimed, grabbing the boy's shoulder to calm him down. "Believe me, he is not a girl."
"....You and Moby?!"
"What?! No, dude... blegh. Jag blott vilja dig."
"Wha??"
"Swedish again. I only like cute guys. If that." Hanging from a telephone wire, the voice in the Swede's head again murmured.
"Dude... you're really bi?"
"Yeah... I mean, c'mon. I want to be God's gift to everyone, and you can't do that if you only hit on girls."
"Uh..." Mac blushed lightly, and looked around.
"Don't worry, man. You tell me to stop and I'll leave you alone. Nate was just asking for it... the exception to the rule." Mac nodded slowly.
"How is Moby acting weird, exactly?" he asked.
Viggo grinned as he explained - Mac made no move to tell him to stop flirting.
Good sign.
***
That night, Viggo was laying in bed, eyes closed even though he was still awake. He heard strange noises coming from the other side of the room, where Moby was sleeping. Slowly, the Swede rolled over, opening his eyes and looking through the darkness at Moby. The Englishman was tossing and turning in bed, groaning and muttering softly. "Moby?" he whispered, sitting up, before remembering that said boarder didn't want to be woken up during nightmares.
Still, it wouldn't hurt to check and make sure he wasn't dying like it sounded. Viggo winced as his feet touched the cold wood floors, and then crept over to the other's bed, rubbing his hands up and down his upper arms, shivering in nothing but the monogrammed satin high cut teal bikini briefs he was practically known for. He leaned down and looked at Moby, then jumped back and grabbed his robe, pulling it on as he made a beeline for the door.
***
"Shut the fuck up!" Allegra yelled, throwing a pillow at the door, which was reverberating with the knocks.
"Zoe! Wake up!"
"Zoe, go shut the fucker up!" Allegra growled, her second pillow meeting with the just-waking-up Zoe's head.
"You bitch, don't throw shit at me!" she shouted.
"Zoe!"
"I'm comin', I'm comin'," the punk rider muttered, grabbing a robe from the floor and shrugging it on. She opened the door a crack and glared at Viggo. "What?"
"Moby - I don't... I mean..." Zoe opened the door wider, and looked over at the calendar she hung up over her bed.
"Oh. Fuck. C'mon," she muttered quietly, closing the door as she exited. "What did you see?"
"Fangs. Grr argh stuff. Like a demented puppy dog."
"Don't call Moby a demented puppy dog."
"It's the only comparison I could make!" Viggo unlocked the door and opened it, letting Zoe in.
"Bloody hell, Viggo, weren't you asleep?!" came Moby's voice, slightly deeper. He was sitting up, but the room was completely dark.
"How the hell was I supposed to sleep with you groaning and tossing and turning and causing a ruckus?!"
"Wanker." Zoe grumbled and sat on the edge of Moby's bed, turning on the lamp. Moby winced and raised a hand, which was steadily becoming furrier and furrier, the nails already claws, to shield his eyes from the light. He had definitely taken on the "demented puppy dog" look.
"See?! Demented puppy dog! Eeeeeeeeeevil."
"Shaddup," Zoe growled, pushing Moby's hand to the side to look at the fuzz appearing. "Does anything hurt?"
"Yeah, my fookin' eyes, turn the lamp off!"
"Such a crybaby," Zoe muttered, doing as her boyfriend asked and shutting the lights off.
"Um... okay... so I'm supposed to be the only one surprised about this whole... fur thing, right? That's all according to plan?" Viggo asked, looking at the bed.
"Not just fur, mate, claws, ears, fangs, the whole shebang."
"And that means what I think it means?"
"Yess'm. We're takin' a turn for the supernatural, but that's to be expected with this lot of freaks."
"You're not one to talk," Zoe said absentmindedly.
"Don't make me bite you, luv. 'Cause I will."
"Okay, wait. Hold on." Viggo stumbled over and sat on his own bed, staring at the two in the black. "Werewolf?"
"Give the boy a prize."
"But... dude... totally... like, not real!"
"Yeah, crazy shit, isn't it?"
"Okay, yeah. This is... yeah. Um, you guys don't mind if I just pretend I'm tripping out on acid right now, right?"
"Not at all."
"Okay." And with that, Viggo promptly fainted.
***^^***
A/N: Whee, wasn't that fun boy's and girls? Now, review, and tell me what to put in the next chapter other than Viggo/Mac! Yaaay!