Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."

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Cicero/F!DB - Deal with a Daedra

[(Anonymous)]

I just had a thought- what would happen if Cicero, who is obsessively in love with the Dragonborn, was given the choice to make a deal with a Daedra Prince and make his beloved Listener fall in love with him?

What if a Daedra Prince encountered Cicero and offered him a deal: the Daedra would make the DB love Cicero in exchange for his soul. (My knowledge of Elder Scrolls lore isn't as great as it should be, so I don't know if one can do that with a Daedra Prince).

Cicero's choice is up the anon.

Bonus points if the Daedra Prince tries to manipulate Cicero with an illusion of the DB kissing him and loving him and Cicero briefly considers making this deal.

Re: Cicero/F!DB - Deal with a Daedra

[(Anonymous)]

Clavicus Vile would certainly make a deal with Cicero (and then twist it cuz he's an asshole like that). I can totally see that happening and then Barbas helping him under the radar for the hell of it.

Re: Cicero/F!DB - Deal with a Daedra

[(Anonymous)]

Don't sweat it about "game lore." The cool thing about the meme is that, since the prompt is YOUR IDEA, the A!A will assume lore in your story follows your prompt. If you want Daedric lore to state that Meridia may only wear orange Hawaiian shirts and that Malacath runs a cooking show on the best way to make French Toast a la Orsimer in his spare time...voila, this is the canon for your story's AU.

So no worries. :)

What's a Little Madness Between Friends?

[(Anonymous)]

"What do you want Jester?" the cheerful man in strange clothing asked cheerfully, though with a hint of humor at a joke he could not see. He looked like someone who had seen only happy years, but something about him set his teeth on edge. He was a Daedra, but though he had an inkling of who the man was was, he didn't do a thing, "You are fascinated by your Listener, aren't you? Quite the mind that one. Quiet, but interesting."

Cicero narrowed his eyes, but the man simply smiled and patted his head like he was a dog that had done something particularly amusing.

"Don't get your motley in a twist! I was a chosen one too once upon a time. I know what it's like to get all pulled every which way until your head's on your foot and your stomach's in your ear," the one known as Sheogorath laughed, pinching the Imperial man's cheek, "As Sam always says to me whenever I get too glum 'What you need is a drinking contest!' Of course, that usually leads to orgies and waking up married to some hagraven or something. But that's what you get when your best friend's a god of debauchery. My first time with him I was actually sober, but he had me cast a spell that denuded an entire party. Talk about a wild time! What were we talking about again?"

"Why are you talking to me?" Cicero growled, his voice low and threatening. It was unlike his cheerful tone of voice, though there was a sort of strain that indicated he was becoming VERY UPSET.

"H'afrumph! Well then, if you're going to be like that... Perhaps it's best I take my leave. A good day to you sir. I said good day!" Sheogorath brought himself up and pulled down on his fancy clothes, only for them to be ripped off to reveal the exact same outfit underneath. He turned away with a dramatic sigh and pulled his sleeve back to reveal a completely bare wrist, "Well, I suppose it's back to the Shivering Isles. The trouble Haskill can get into while I'm gone simply boggles the mind..."

"Wait!" Cicero couldn't help but stop him. He was a -the mad god, but he did mention something about a wish, "You wanted to know about the Listener!"

"Oh? You mean that crazy minion who went and treated Pelagius for me?" he scratched his grey head thoughtfully before snapping his fingers, "Yeah! I remember! You want to get all cozy with your friend there. Maybe do a little of Sam's kinda fun huh? Well, a little mischief in his area couldn't hurt... Maybe if we got a bottle of his special brew... Well, you get the picture. How bout it?"

"Well, everyone knows Cicero's a bit mad, what could it hurt?"

The laughter of two madmen echoed in the breeze.