Skyrim One-Shots

Sheogorath x Reader ~Shadow of Madness(5)~

When you woke the next morning after the prince had left, you quickly found him still in your quarters, now reading impassively at a chair not too far from your bed.

Dawn had long-since struck, as it seemed, and his outfit was less neat than it had been when you had seen him last. You stayed silent and carefully shuffled to face away from the daedra, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep.

He was one of the reasons, but not the only. Being Arch-Mage was stressful enough when it came down to it. People who shouldn't be even thinking about magic touching it was dangerous. Extremely dangerous.

Your eyes fluttered shut once more as you breathed softly, exhaustion blurring your mind into a sleepy float-like state. Gods above, you couldn't remember the last time you got restful sleep or slept for more than 6 hours. You'd just gotten both, even though you'd been struggling so much to get to sleep earlier.

However, if it were just a few degrees warmer, you would admit it would be just a bit better.

A soft, gentle chuckle rang through the air lightly as Sheogorath's yellow-orange cat eyes observed the outline of your body underneath the covers. "You seem tired," he hummed.

You barely got out a mumble of, "I am."

"You also are shaking," he pointed out, placing the book on a wooden table. You could hear the rustling of it- you didn't need to even look.

"I'm cold," you murmured quietly, snuggling further into your blankets.

The prince sighed. "I supposed it's up to me then, isn't it?"

The audible sounds of him standing and walking over were enough to confuse you, but the feeling of the bed dipping beside you was even more so.

"Here, I'm warm. You're most certainly not," he raised a brow.

Reluctantly, you moved to toss the blankets over him too, his covered chest coming to meet with your back.

Gods, he really was warm.

You flipped yourself around so your front was to his and cuddled into his chest, not quite awake enough to be embarrassed and not quite energized enough to get out of bed.

With a hum of a sense of laughter, Sheogorath wrapped you closer, tucking your head underneath his chin and finding the strangest sensation blossoming in his abdomen as he did so. He had not expected this- you being so... you.

Within a few minutes, you had fallen asleep once more, in his arms this time. You looked peaceful, and you looked vulnerable.

He did not know how to process that. He didn't know how to react.

Sheogorath didn't do vulnerable. He didn't understand it, he didn't get it- but here you were, completely flipping him around.

Suddenly, he enjoyed watching you sleep. He enjoyed the fact that you felt safe enough to fall asleep. He had never considered this before, sleeping next to you.

He had truly never held someone as they slept, had never slept with anyone in the same bed as him, even.

And ever so slightly, the prince of madness started to fall prey to slumber, but he did not resist it for once. He was somehow able to sleep- a rarity both because of his immortality and his insomnia.

Hours later, when you had successfully woken up and wriggled out of the princes' grasp and were dressed and ready for the day, Sheogorath had blinked awake as you quietly talked to Mirabelle about different apprentice and lesson plans.

The daedra had rubbed his eyes and sat up, eyes carefully scanning the room moments later as you said your farewells to the elder master mage.

You closed your door and turned to him, raising a brow. He sheepishly grinned.

"Morning," you greeted, barely keeping back a smile at his disheveled appearance. He yawned then carefully got up, pushing aside the blankets and stretched when his feet touched the ground.

"A good morning to you, as well," he replied in kind.

"I didn't know daedra slept," you pointed out teasingly.

"No, I just watched you for hours," he stated, suspiciously serious before busting out a wide smile at how pale your face went. "I jest, I jest. I can sleep, though I have no need to."

"So you didn't watch me all night."

"A little bit," he admitted, "but not all night."

"Well," you scoffed. "You're not as mad as you're said to be, Mr. Sheogorath."

He recoiled, offended. "Excuse me?"

"You are nothing like Cicero," you huffed, though he didn't know to who you were referencing.

"Cicero?" Sheogorath frowned. "Are you in relations with him?"

Jealousy flared in his eyes so strongly that you nearly flinched, eyes going wide as you furiously shook your head.

"No, no, no," you rushed to explain, "he's an assassin I met right after I lost my memory- I helped him repair his wagon because I felt bad about it. Part of the Dark Brotherhood."

"Sithis," Sheogorath mumbled. "He's a right wanker, that one. He isn't a daedra or aedra. He's just Sithis. Think Mephala has better contact with 'em, though you mortals seem to think I resemble him."

The prince cringed. "Ew."

A bubble of laughter left your chest at his childlike huff, your head tilting back as you tried to breathe.

He scowled. "I don't like him!"

"Of course you don't," you wheezed, "of course, of course, how could I not tell."

"You're being sarcastic," he grumbled.

"I can-"

"You have cheese in here!" he exclaimed. 

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