Song of the Vikings - Draal x OC

Pub Performances

small oneshot fluff and world development. takes place after bittersweet sixteen :) slight trigger warning for use and mention of alcohol!

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"Kit!" Blinky exclaimed, raising his glass towards the approaching human, "What are you doing here?"

"Bored," Kit grumbled, plopping down on the empty stool that sat between Draal and Arrrgh. Opening up their bag, Kit pulled out a beer bottle and joined the men in their drinking. "You guys doing anything interesting?"

Arrrgh let out a hum. "No," he murmured, downing his pint.

"There was a form of entertainment scheduled tonight, but they seem to be preoccupied with something else," Blinky added, gesturing towards a trio of trolls who seem to have had a little too much glug.

Draal gave Kit a mischievous smile, turning back to his drink. "You know, the fleshbag here can sing," he said, nonchalant.

Kit let out a loud laugh. "I'd have to be at least two drinks in before even thinking about getting up on that stage, boulder brains," they retorted, point in the troll's face.

"Is that a challenge?" Draal shot back, lowering himself to Kit's level.

"Alright, I'll bite. What's in it for me?" Kit replied, taking another sip from their bottle.

"Bragging rights? A chance to show off?" Draal suggested. Kit didn't look convinced.

The troll sighed. "I shall do one favor for you, anything you want."

Kit smirked. "Now we're talking. You got yourself a deal."

The two shook hands, lingering slightly. Kit rose, taking one long drink from their bottle. "Blinky, my dear," they said, "would you mind introducing me to the menagerie? I've gotta pull up my music."

Ignoring their introduction while scrolling through their playlists, a smile steadily grew on Kit's face as they caught eye of one particular song that was sure to appeal to the pub's patrons. They climbed up on the stage, passing Blinky as he descended.

Kit placed their phone next to a large hollow tub to help amplify the music before pressing play, walking across the stage. Clapping to the beat, the trolls in the pub followed along, a chorus of noise echoing them.

Look how the lights of the town, the lights of the town are shining now

Tonight I'll be dancing around, I'm off on the road to Galway now

Look how she's off on the town, she's off on a search for sailors though

There's fine fellas here to be found, she's never been one to stay at home

Kit hopped from the stage to the bar, sashaying from one end to the other as though lecturing the crowd with the lines. Trolls moved their drinks from the edge, clearing the tabletop for the human to make their way down.

Home you'll go and it's there you'll stay and you've work to do in the morning

Give up your dream of going away, forget your sailors in Galway

Téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú, téir abhaile riú Mhearai

Téir abhail gus fan sa bhaile mar tá do mhargadh déanta

With that, the crowd roared with delight - despite a human taking over the entertainment, they still knew how to cater to their audience. Kit let out a laugh, jumping off of the bar and running over to sit on the table Blinky, Arrrgh, and Draal still sat at.