What's a 'Dovahkiin?'

Please note:

This story will not be oc-centric, I hope to make her 'just another character' to help her fit in with the story. It will be heavy on interactions between the other characters, purely because I really don't like stories that put the oc on a podium, and ignore the rest. Also, none of the characters will be sexualised, and there will be no smut. Not only is this to help balance the story, it just isn't needed.

Eolyn is the Dragonborn, hailing from Falkreath in the chilly province of Skyrim. She has had more brushes with death than she is willing to admit, mingled with far too many daedra for it to still be safe to live, and yet she is unsatisfied. She roams aimlessly along winding paths, fus-ro-dahing followers as she goes along just to relieve her boredom.

Tony Stark is an egotistical nutjob, with a curious tendency to take other people under his wing, like he's some snarky mother hen (take, for example, Barton, the lost assassin who has pretty much become Stark's best buddy at this point). He is bored, tired of sitting around all day with little to no damn action. All he seems to do is mope around all day, maybe have a glass of whiskey, have a chat with whatever avenger is in the building.

What will happen, when a certain Daedra has enough of the Dovahkiin's moping around, and sends her flying into a world that is very unlike her own? Talos knows, to be honest.

Warnings:

- Cursing
- Violence
- Flaming stupidity