Neither am I. [Dixon doesn't even realize that 'sounds kind of nice singing' is one of his very few natural talents. He ushers Hiccup over to the table and hands out bread rolls to the many dwarves and elves looking to add some food to their stomachs after about three beers. And they settle in to listen.
What Hiccup lacks in musicality, the enthusiasm of the group compensates for. They let the unknown lyrics wash over them, but by the last "one before, long ago, ho!" the table is a cacophony of exuberant voices. One of the dwarves even wipes away a tear.
Dixon gestures for Hiccup to sit down next to him as the dwarves start to debate which mining song to sing next, one that is both iconic and entertaining enough for a table of buzzed elves and humans.]
That song was depressing as hell. [He says that with a grin, clearly not a diss.]
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What Hiccup lacks in musicality, the enthusiasm of the group compensates for. They let the unknown lyrics wash over them, but by the last "one before, long ago, ho!" the table is a cacophony of exuberant voices. One of the dwarves even wipes away a tear.
Dixon gestures for Hiccup to sit down next to him as the dwarves start to debate which mining song to sing next, one that is both iconic and entertaining enough for a table of buzzed elves and humans.]
That song was depressing as hell. [He says that with a grin, clearly not a diss.]