Skyrim One-Shots

Sheogorath x Reader(Female) ~The Shadow of Madness(6)~

Eventually, you had brought up the cliffs of Winterhold in the few hours of chit-chat with Sheogorath. You came to Winterhold terrified of heights and you could barely breathe from your utter horror whenever even looking down the bridge, stable as it was, so you trained yourself to be intolerant to high places by going to the cliffs. Beautiful, beautiful scenery, be it mid day or early dawn.

Night, however? The stars and the two moons took your breath away, along with the dancing colors in the sky flowing like ribbons in a hearty wind.

You would never be able to explain it to someone who had not ever witnessed it.

As Sheogorath studied you intently, you put your hands in your pockets lazily and begin to offer him a plan.

"So," you started, "we could grab a bite to eat at the inn, go on a quick quest for the jarl, and then go to the cliffs come nightfall."

The mad god grinned in approval. "I think that will suffice just fine."

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After getting some food, eating it, and throwing back a quick ale, you and Sheogorath easily trodded to the nearby cave just on the outskirts of Winterhold, finding it to be mostly abandoned save for a few pesky ice wraiths, which the prince has taken care of without so much as a blink.

Thankfully, your Arch-Mage robes were equipped with plenty of furs to keep you warm, otherwise, the cave would've been literal agony for you. Not even a fire spell could've helped you out then. 

Sheogorath twirled his staff around with a hum, balancing it on a single finger before pushing it up into the air and catching it. Truly, from what you'd witnessed of what it could do, it reflected Sheogorath's personality perfectly.

"So," the daedra spoke, "we're looking for a chest."

"Aye," you nodded, hands casting a clairvoyance spell just to make sure you wouldn't miss it. Turns out, mere seconds later, that was a very good decision, for the greyish-blue mist sent you straight beneath your feet to the ice that was the ground.

With a huff, another spell bounded from your palms in a fury of orange, white, and red, the flames hitting the cold with so much power it stood no chance of maintaining it's shape.

It only took a minute or so of melting the ice, Sheogorath obviously restraining himself from reaching out and touching the flames from your palms, before the chest was revealed. Good thing it was metal, else it would have been mere kindling for a fire by now with how hot the fire you cast was.

Using a little finesse, you were able to wiggle the chest out with some carefully placed bolts of flame and some strength, falling back to your arse when you did get it out.

There was a laugh from the mad prince, and a chuckle from you at the fact, but you eventually pried the chest open nonetheless.

Peaking inside of it revealed the helm you were looking for, along with some other rather fetching items you could keep. 

"Ooh! Shiny!" Sheogorath crooned, picking up a wicked-looking dagger and taking it as his. You watched it, flinching back as his rather reckless hold of the blade and his twirling of it in his palm. You gave him a wide-eyed, unbelieving look, then rolled your eyes and shook your head, continuing to rummage through the loot and picking out whatever was valuable and took your interest.

When you sifted through everything, the prince also watching intently (his focused eyes made your spine shiver every now and then out of unease, through you felt none yourself, you had put it in your bag, hefted that over your shoulder, and declared that the cliffs were the next stop before heading back to the city.