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5+1 - Sheogorath and F!Dragonborn [3/6]

[(Anonymous)]

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As it turned out, the Wabbajack was very dangerous, and Mira ended up in the Whiterun prison after killing a town drunk, frightening a merchant, and turning a guard into a chicken.

In retrospect, she should have seen this coming.

Still, the guard had changed back and Mira’s sentence was slightly lighter due to her position as Thane of the hold. She was sentenced to a week in jail. It was that or pay off her bounty, and she wasn’t sure she had enough to spare, what with the costs of carriage rides, food, and her fairly expensive alchemy habit.

Later she would have to apologise to the entire world for being late to the hopefully-dramatic mountain-top battle with Alduin. Would there even still be time to read the Elder Scroll and learn that Shout?

Huh. She sure hoped so. She didn’t want to have to explain to anyone that she failed to defeat the World-Eater because she got sidetracked on her way back to the Throat of the World by a Daedric Prince.

A sigh escaped her, and she did her best to make herself comfortable in her cell. She leaned against the wall and figured that was good enough. At least it was just a few days...

She tried to doze off, and just as she had started to, she heard a loud, “Ahem!” from just outside her cell.

She sat up quickly. “What, what?” she asked, alarmed. “Oh. It’s you. I should just start expecting you, shouldn’t I?”

“I came to check up on your progress. Didn’t I tell you not to get caught?” he asked, sounding... amused? Bemused? Some sort of mused.

Mira fought the urge to roll her eyes. “I wasn’t ready for just how much chaos this thing actually causes. What’s the point of this thing?”

“Disruption, panic, chaos like you said. People don’t know how to react to drunks turning into sweetrolls, do they?”

Mira cringed. “Were you watching that?” she asked.

“You picked a good target.”

“He never hurt anyone, though. And I sort of killed him.”

“Maybe next time you’ll be more careful, then,” the Mad God said and Mira frowned. That wasn’t fair. She’d only done this at all because she was worried about what would happen if she didn’t. She’d been coerced! The Mad God had made her do it!

Of course, these were the sorts of things she couldn’t say aloud, or else she herself would be seen as mad. And she couldn’t risk that, not with this “dragon-slaying hero” thing working out so nicely.

And she was fairly certain she was quite sane.

“Why do you keep appearing? Checking up on me?” she decided to ask. “It’s driving me mad. And I don’t want to be mad.”

Which... only caused Sheogorath to laugh.

“What?” she asked, offended.

“You morals are adorable, thinking you’re all so sane. And you might be partly sane, or mostly sane, but I’m inside all of you even still.” His voice had gotten low and Mira had to lean in close to hear, a decision she regretted immediately when she heard his words.

“No, that’s not...”

He didn’t let her finish before interrupting with, “Oh, but it is. And mortals who have willingly served me, well, let’s say you don’t come out of that unchanged.”

That was so not what Mira wanted to hear. “Let me guess, it gets worse the longer I serve?”

That made the Mad God laugh aloud. “I wouldn’t say ‘worse,’” he began, and Mira breathed a sigh of relief which quickly faded away as he added, “I would say... ‘more intense.’”

“I do not want ‘more intense’ I want sane!” she yelled.

“Oh, how many mortals do you know that are completely sane?”

“Enough. And I want to be one of them!”

“Shut up in there,” she heard as a guard poked his head in, probably to see what the yelling was about. “If you’re going to talk to yourself, do so more quietly.”

“Talk to...?” Mira began, noticing that the Mad God was, in fact, nowhere to be found. “By Azura, I am going insane, aren’t I...?”