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Re: 5+1 - Sheogorath and F!Dragonborn [5a/6]

[(Anonymous)]

Mira didn’t see the Mad God again until after a trip to Sovngarde and the defeat of a particular World-Eater. When she came into her little Whiterun house with the intent to collapse face-first onto her bed and never awaken, he greeted her with a manic grin.

She knew it was foolish to expect she’d never see him again. She knew it was foolish but part of her had hoped...

“Oh, why are you here?”

“I’m here to congratulate you on a job well done, of course. You are now on a very short list of people who have directly prevented the end of the world.”

“Why would you care about the end of the world?”

“I don’t, not really. My Isles will go on even if a dragon were to swallow every soul in the Nords’ afterlife. But there hasn’t been a hero like you in two hundred years. ‘Dragonborn.’ Bit of a fancy title, that. Like ‘Nerevarine.’ But I suppose you don’t pick them. And you aren’t champion of anything but even so, you remind me of someone I-- knew.”

Mira frowned, brows knitting together as she contemplated this moment of strange seriousness. And it really was just a moment. His tone shifted to almost-sane only on the last handful of words.

And... then it was gone, just as suddenly as it had arrived.

“There hasn’t been a Dragonborn in almost two hundred years either, has there? Such a shame. The Septim emperors were always the most interesting. Not always the most stable, of course, but you have one family in charge for so long there’ll always be some like my dear Pelagius. And every so often, along comes a Martin. Now that was a true Septim. Dull as dishwater but I’d still call him good. I should have him over for dinner.”

“Dinner...?” Mira had heard of Martin Septim’s sacrifice, of course. Few and far between were the people who hadn’t, especially when she was younger and the event was still fresh in the minds of enough people.

That was as far as the recognition went, however. And in fact, Mira was dreadfully confused by the rest of the conversation. Unsurprisingly, she supposed. She figured the day Sheogorath started making sense to her more often than not was the day she’d have to worry.

“Never mind that,” the Madgod said and Mira pulled herself out of her thoughts to listen once more. “I came here to congratulate you. So, mortal, how do you feel about your recent accomplishments?”

Mira had to think about that, just for a second. “Tired. Really very tired. Good, though. They’ll be singing about me for a while, I imagine.”

“That they will. Then they’ll forget your name and you’ll be lost to history like all other worthwhile heroes.”

She frowned. “But… but that’s--”

“Oh, your accomplishments will be remembered. Someone stopped the dragon, that won’t be denied. But beyond that? Well, just wait and see.”

Mira didn’t really want to wait for such a time, and really hoped that she’d be a pile of ash in a tomb somewhere before it happened.

“You don’t like the sound of that. I can see it on your face. At least you aren’t likely to live long enough to notice it.” It was like he read her mind, or it would have been had she not been really obvious about what she was thinking.

“Tell me something, would you?” she asked.

“Flesh atronachs are not good with children.”

She blinked. “Not… not what I meant. I meant, answer a question for me?”

Which earned her an expectant look from the Madgod, and surprising silence. She’d take it, she supposed.

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

[(Anonymous)]

“Even if no one remembers me, what I did, it mattered, right?”

“Your acts heroism will not affect me in any way but I’ll be sure to spare a passing thought about you here and there. Think of what those who are still alive because their fragile little world hasn’t ended yet think.”

“I… suppose that’s one way to put it. A good way to put it…”

“And stop feeling so down on yourself. Do I need to give you another staff?”

“Gods, please do not do that. The Wabbajack already got me into far too much trouble to--”

“The Staff of the Everscamp! Now that one’s a favourite of mine. A classic. Who doesn’t love a good, inconvenient curse?”

“No, no, I don’t know what that staff is but I’m sure I don’t want it.”

“Oh, if you insist. Maybe I’ll leave it lying around for some other unwary mortal to stumble upon.”

“Good… good idea?” She wasn’t sure what to say. A cursed staff sounded like a terrible thing to leave lying around. And knowing her luck, she’d stumble across whoever ultimately picked it up and end up volunteering to help them and…

“It is, isn’t it? I’ll do just that. Have you ever seen a scamp, Mira? Nasty little buggers. And someone’s just about to discover a handful of them!”

And with that he was gone, and Mira took the opportunity to fall face-first onto her bed.

That was the first time he used my name.