TESV: Skyrim – The Skyborn Chronicles

Author's Note: I've been playing Skyrim recently and boy…that game is very LONG! And fun. Anyway, since the game is very open, an idea struck my head for a story of a rather…eccentric yet serious Dragonborn. And here it is. Just a side note, Skyrim is pretty much the first game of the Elder Scrolls series that I've played so I might get something wrong. If I do, please tell me and I'll fix it in any way I can.

One more thing, the dialogue in this story, especially my Dragonborn can be modern instead of the old dialogue used back in the middle ages. This is because I'm not very good at middle age dialogues so…yeah.

Actually, there's one more. I'll try to keep the story as close to the game as possible but expect a few additional elements such as new Dragon Shouts, OCs, potions and spells and stuff.

Rated M for future gore and probably sexual content.

The prologue has been edited and I've beef it up to make it more interesting. So for those that have read it before it was edited, I suggest you read it again. Don't worry, I've only beef the first part. The lower part was untouched.

Also, although this story started lighthearted, it will become more serious in the future chapters. It will have some funny moments in between though and that's what I'm aiming for.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Elder Scrolls series game and this fanfiction is written not for money but purely for entertainment, and to offload this story off my head for good. But I do own my OC though.

Summary: In Skyrim, when you thought of a hero, you would think of a strong, dashing Nord. But what if the Dovahkiin isn't that? What if he's a little bit loose on the head? A funny yet serious take on the game Skyrim. Male BattleMage Dovahkiin.

Speech format:

"Fus Ro Da!" – Normal Dialogue

"Fus Ro Da!" - Thoughts

- Today is not a good day, yep.- – journal log.


Prologue: Clashing Destinies

-Dear Journal and to whomever is reading Journal,

Since this is the start of a new volume of my Journal aptly titled the Skyborn Chronicles, I figured a summary is in order.

My adventure has been very long, and if Life, Destiny, the Divines and other cosmic forces out there has something to say, my adventure isn't even near the end yet.

Suffice to say, for an adventurer like me, it has been an eye opening adventure and a very great experience. For those that has been following my adventure through my journal, thank you very much and I can assure you, everything that was written is the truth and none of it was edited. For those of you that have only started, well I suggest you find my previous journal for the whole story of my life.

Anyway, it was quite surprising really, how much that one can bear. My adventure begins with my arrival on Skyrim, and let me tell you, a lot of weird shit started from there and shit keeps coming. After some mini-adventures, I found out that I was the legendary Dragonborn; a being with the soul of the dragon but body of a mortal and the ultimate dragon slayers. Considering how powerful dragons are, that is quite a job for someone.

Also, it didn't help that the ultimate…or maybe second ultimate dragon, Alduin, whose re-emergence signaled the End of The World (unless I stopped him) choose my lifetime to appear. So…my job is to kill the guy…yeah.

But, I haven't got to that part yet; dear readers because being destined for greatness tends to make you into a big target and attract attention to you…the good and the bad ones. I don't mind the good ones but the bad ones…whew!

Let's just say that I managed to attract the attention of almost EVERY Daedric Princes. It usually wasn't very bad because for all of their threats and sweet words (not all are bad), they can't do much to me…right now. But this time, there was an exception. Hircine, the Daedric Prince of The Hunt was coming after me. Why? Because I told you, being destined for great things tends to make you a big target and as far as Hircine is concerned, I'm the biggest target of the year…decade…century.

Also, it didn't help that I kind of pissed Hircine of by curing myself of Lycanthropy, his 'gift'. But can you blame me? If one becomes a werewolf, one becomes Hircine's servant and let me tell you, being a servant to destiny is enough for me. Not to mention that all Daedric Princes wants to make me theirs too.

And so, in a few moments, I will be summoned by Hircine into his Hunting Ground to become his hunt…or the hunter. Well, we'll just have to see about that shall we?-

A figure clad head to toe in black Daedric Armor who was sitting on a boulder, stopped his writing and snapped his journal shut and secured it. His journal was a special one because when it was closed and secured, the metal cover closed into itself, resembling a rectangular metal box than a book. This way, it was protected from damage and provides security for his journal.

He then watched the sky, and notices that one of Tamriel's moons has become red. He shouted to the sky in an unknown language and after a few moments a large winged figure blocked his view of the moon and landed in front of him.

"Odahviing, I want you to take my journal and secured it somewhere," the man said and tossed his journal to the dragon. The dragon then opened its mouth and the journal fell inside.

"Why can't you just toss it somewhere? You want people to find it right?" Odahviing asked his wingless master and as he had proved, friend.

"If it was that easy to find, it wouldn't be fun for my readers. Besides, I might survive this, so I don't want to go on an adventure just to find my journal again," the figure replied and the dragon shook his head.

"Trouble loves you my friend," Odahviing said.

"Trouble comes with the job," the figure replied nonchalantly. The dragon eyed his friend with sad eyes.

"I fear what awaits you in the afterlife," Odahviing said sadly, knowing the many forces that were waiting for him there including Hircine himself.

"Another adventure I bet," the figure said and this earned a chuckle from his scaly winged friend.

Knowing nothing could be done about his mortal friend's predicament, the dragon offered took off from the ground. "I'll await for your shout again, friend,"

The figure nodded before a purple energy surrounds him, blocking his view of Skyrim. When the energy dissipates, he was in another place…the Hunting Ground. It was a snowy field surrounded by forests that hid many hostiles, waiting for him.

Strangely enough, he was still sitting on the same boulder.

"Ah, Dovahkiin…at least we meet," a voice said and a figure stepped in front of him. The figure was Hircine. He wore nothing to cover his torso and only a hide cloth to cover his lower region. His face was covered by an elk skull with large antlers and he carried with him a spear.

"How long I've waited for this, for a worthy hunt! Surely, for the destined slayer of the World Eater, you will prove to be one?" Hircine said again with a feral smile.

"I guess…if being hunted is what I'm supposed to do. But, I'm not very good with that. Oh, and how kind of you to bring the boulder I'm sitting on with me," Dovahkiin replied.

Hircine growled at what the mortal was implying. "Tell me, why did you reject my gift, Dovahkiin?"

"If I didn't, we wouldn't be able to do this, right?" Dovahkiin said but he already knew the answer.

"No, even if you are with my gift, even if you are my servant, I will still make you my hunt. But at least, with my gift, it will be more challenging," Hircine replied.

"I thought so. I figure being the prey is much better than being your plaything. But you know, I found that being a werewolf…is so much limiting," Dovahkiin said with a smile, but of course, it was hidden by his helmet.

"Limiting? You dare called my gift as such?" Hircine yelled in fury.

"Yes. Being a vampire is much better. After all, I'm more of a man of grace than brutality," Dovahkiin said and pulled out his Daedric Sword from the sheath on his left hip. He then got down from the boulder and stabbed it to the ground.

"You will regret insulting me!" Hircine said and let out a beastly howl. Multiple howls from the forest then erupted and united as one.

Purplish orbs of energy appeared from both of the Dovahkiin's hands and he threw it at his sides. The orbs then exploded in a larger sphere of purple energy and dissipated a second later, revealing two creatures made from stone and lightning; the Storm Atronachs.

He then held out his right hand at his Sword and it telekinetically flew into his hand. He then swung it around and prepared his stance.

"Right, let's do this. You're not the only one that is eager to meet me," the Dovahkiin said and werewolves leaped from the forest towards him.

...

A long time before...

-Dear Journal,

Remember when I told you how life couldn't get any harder than getting into Skyrim? Well, do you think that I was making a statement? Or a challenge? Because I was just making a rhetorical question.

But of course Life, oh the great big Life thought that I was challenging him or her. And now, things are getting HARDER right now. It seems that Life is like one those people with big egos that you just can't challenge their authority or they'll make you regret it. Yup.

So anyway…you must have been wandering how Life has gotten harder for me right? Well… I'll recap.-

Flashback.

It was a rather early morning that day in the border forest of Skyrim and usually, there wasn't much activity by the larger denizens of the forest such as bears. But one bear was seen chasing after someone; its prey.

"Dammit! Of all the caves I could have sleep in; it has to have a freaking bear in it!" the person, a hooded male Breton said while rummaging through his knapsack.

The bear roared loudly but still kept chasing after him. "Shut up! I'm not your breakfast, this is!" the Breton said and finally found out what he was looking for and threw it on the root of a large tree.

The item in question was a small ceramic bottle that shattered when it impacted with the root and began releasing a white smoke. The bear didn't have time to react and ran into the smoke and stopped his charge. The bear then released an agonizing roar as the smoke stung its nose and eyes. It then understood that the smoke was harmful to it and ran away.

The Breton didn't look back and didn't stop running until he was very very far away from the bear. It was ten minutes later that he stopped running and leaned on a large tree and panted heavily to catch his breath.

"Phew! That's my last tear gas potion!" the Breton said and took out his water canteen from his side pouch. He then withdrew his hood that was covering his face and began to chug the water canteen.

The Breton has long black hair tied into a ponytail, silver eyes and three scars in the form of a slash mark on his right cheek. He also has somewhat whitish skin and no facial hair whatsoever…except for his eyebrows of course.

After quenching his thirst, he then scratched his head and sighed loudly. "Alright, danger's over, take a deep breath and be calm and cool. Think about you next step," the Breton said. He then stored his water canteen and rubbed his palms together.

"Alright Loki Huginn, you have successfully and illegally crossed the Skyrim border! So most of the danger has passed now and it's not like life could get any harder, right?" the Breton named Loki said. "I have enough Septims to last for a while so that's not going to worry me much. So, the question is where to start?"

He then took out a rolled map and unrolled it to reveal the continent of Skyrim. The map didn't help much actually as it didn't have anything marked to it, be it villages holds places of interest and others.

"I'm guessing that I'm south around here," Loki said and pointed somewhere at the map. It was weird but he somehow has the uncanny ability to know where he is at the map. Not to mention that he knew which way is south, east, west and north without needing a compass too. He reasoned that it was his parent's adventurer blood in him. He then stored his map and seeing as there's nothing to be gain by sitting around, he then started walking forward.

It was a few hours later that he found an outpost for a group of what appears to be soldiers. Loki didn't approach them immediately because for all he knew, they could be robbers that paraded as soldiers. But something else caught his attention; there was a Nord that was hiding in the bushes near where the horses where kept. If his observation was right, the elf wanted to steal one of the horses.

Loki doubted the Nord's chance of success but internally wished him luck anyway. But before he could move, he felt a cold steel on his scarred cheek. "Get up, slowly and quietly," a voice said and Loki complied.

"Dammit!" Loki internally cursed. He didn't realize that while he was observing the outpost, there was another group that was watching it too!

"Um, before you jump into any conclusions, I'm not with the guys you wanted to ambush," Loki explained quietly but it fell on deaf ears.

The next thing he knew, the ambusher stormed on the outpost and outnumbered them at least 3 to 1. The ambushed surrendered without a fight, the horse thief was caught too and we were lumped together with them. Any weapons were taken away and our hands were tied, except for one guy who seemed to be the ambushed group's leader. He was gagged.

Loki didn't know why the heck they need to gag only him. It's not like his voice could kill, right?

Flashback End.

- So here I am now, not a week in Skyrim and I already got into trouble with the authorities. How do I know that the group that captured us was the authorities? Well, they're the EMPIRE.

Well at least I could sort this out, tell them that it was a misunderstanding.

Actually you must be wondering how the heck do I write all this into you when my hands are tied? Actually, I'm not writing. This is my thoughts until I could free myself and wrote it down into you. A journal is just someone's written thought after all.-

"You there. You and me – we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants," Lokir the failed horse thief said to me and suddenly…everything clicked into place in Loki's mind.

-Well what do you know, the group that I was captured with was actually the Stormcloak rebels! The faction that's fighting to boot the Empire out of Skyrim! That…just make everything a lot harder.-

"Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King," Ralof, the blonde Nord in front of my said.

-And apparently, I was captured along with their leader, Ulfric Stormcloak, who was the only person to be gagged by the way.-

"But…if they captured you…oh gods, where are they taking us?" Lokir said.

"I don't know where we are going, but Sovngarde awaits," was Ralof's reply.

"Isn't Sovngarde Nord's Heaven? Oh fuck…" Loki thought and he started to become nervous, much like Lokir now.

"Wait, are you saying that they're going to kill us? What about trial?" Loki asked worriedly and his reply didn't come from his fellow prisoners but the guard driving their wagon.

"Hah! You Stormcloaks don't deserve any trial, especially Ulfric! Not after he brutally murdered the High King of Skyrim with his voice!" the guard said and Loki suddenly understood why Ulfric was gagged.

Loki then slowly turned around to take a look at Ulfric and said man only stared back at him with calm yet defiant eyes. It was as if Ulfric was challenging him to do something.

"It was a fair and legal fight! Not a murder! If Torygg couldn't defend his throne, how could he defend his kingdom?" Ralof shot back.

"Bah! You Nords and your savage traditions! If it weren't for the Empire, you would have torn Skyrim apart!" the guard replied and Ralof looked like he would strangle the guard apart.

"Really? I don't see the difference between the situation in Skyrim now; us against you Empires," Ralof said and the guard chuckled.

"The difference is that, after this, Stormcloak will be over, and the Empire wins. And we finally will be able to educate you savages," the guard replied with a sneer.

Loki could see that Ralof was trying his best to calm himself from doing anything that would make things worse. It took a lot of him but he managed to calm down. It was unfortunate though as Loki hoped that Ralof would actually do something that would allow him to make the best of the situation like escaping.

-Fucking Daedras! I've landed in the worst situation possible! Apparently, Ulfric Stormcloak's voice can kill people! It was the reason he was gagged! And the Empire thought that he was too dangerous to let live any longer and decided to kill all of us somewhere! I can, no, if I don't do something, I will die!-

"Calm yourself Loki; you can escape from this situation. All you need to do is calm yourself, think about home and use the Fast Travel spell and you would be back home again," Loki thought.

The Fast Travel spell was a very useful spell that his adventure father found. It was a very unique spell in that it doesn't use magicka to use, only the ability to use it and the calm state of mind. The spell allows the user to instantly travel between two locations safely.

However, the spell isn't without its weakness. First is that not everyone can use it, in fact, it took Loki years to be able to use it. Second, you need to remember exact detail of the location you want to go, or you will end up someplace else instead. The first time Loki tried the spell…he ended up somewhere unpleasant which gave him a fear of spiders.

Third, you need to be calm and focus because if you aren't, then your mind might thought of something else and you will ended somewhere else again. Lastly, the travel time wasn't exactly instantaneous. The time taken was actually relative to the user. You might feel like it was a short time that has gone by but in reality and depending on the place, it could be hours that has passed by when you arrive at your destination.

But of course, his whole surrounding didn't help him at all. From the shaking of the carriage, the mumbling Lokir and of course, his own thought of demise practically destroyed any sense of calm and focus he has.

Before he could do anything further, the carriage has arrived at its destination and everybody got off.

The Imperials then started calling names to go towards the block.

-The fucking chopping block!-

The thought of running away did cross his mind but it was dashed away as Lokir did that and got and arrow instead. From the looks of it, the archer was good too as Lokir drop dead from a single arrow.

Well, at least he got a quick death, and not an arrow to the knee. That would hurt.

An Imperial male then addressed him as his name was not on the list.

"Look, the reason my name is not in there is because I'm not a Stormcloak," Loki explained.

"So? For all we knew you could be a Stormcloak spy from across the border. Makes sense for a spy to be unknown after all," the female Imperial caption beside Hadvar said.

"What? Nonsense! I swear on the Nine Divines I'm not a Stormcloak!" Loki defended himself but it only fell on Hadvar's ears though.

"Even if you are not a Stormcloak, you got caught crossing the border and that's a crime that deserves a trip to the chopping block too. So that's that. Now hurry up!" the Imperial captain said harshly.

"It wasn't easy entering Skyrim legally these days, what with the civil war," Loki thought.

"Look, I'll do my best to return your remains to your homeland, alright?" Hadvar said with a sad tone. Loki could tell that he didn't agree with this situation but there's not much he could do about it.

Loki took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Can't I at least get a final wish? I just want to write my will," Loki said.

"I could use that time to calm myself and use Fast Travel…provided that they are willing to give it to me," Loki thought to himself.

"No, because then everyone would ask the same and who knew what would happen," the Imperial captain said.

"I'm sorry. You could at least…give us your name so that we can-"

"Loki Huginn," Loki said, not seeing any further to ask for anything from the Imperials anymore. He then walked away from Hadvar, who eyed him sadly and faced the chopping block.

Loki then closed his eyes again and began to wonder…what drove him into Skyrim? Why would he go here when he had a good life back at High Rock?

Well…

Flashback.

"Father! Where are you! Mother called for dinner!" Loki said and looked around his family's massive library. It wasn't just a library actually because before this, it was temple dedicated to dragon worshipping. Oh and it was also a burial site and the walls was filled with draugrs; undead Nordic warriors cursed to walk the Tamriel forever for their betrayal by serving the dragons.

Fortunately though, his father, along with his friends cleared the ruins before he was even born. With all the Draugr destroyed, his father thought that it was a waste to just leave the place and instead choose to fill it with his books and items he found during his adventures.

Sometimes, his father would sleep in the ruin-turned-into-library too…in one of the many stone coffins around the place. A lot of people thought that his father and by extension his family was crazy for repurposing the rather sacred and maybe cursed place but alas, his father was rather…crazy.

But, the most interesting thing in the whole temple, except the still working traps was a strange curved wall in the main room of the temple. The curved wall was large and it also has a carving of a dragon head. But it was covered with maps and other stuff. Loki always thought that there was something on the wall that was hidden by the maps but his father would get very angry if he tried to remove any of it.

He was tempted to remove it, to see what was beneath it but he didn't want to risk his father's wrath, because that would make him sick and possibly get a heart attack. His father, although his spirit was still young, the same couldn't be said about his body.

"Ah, is it time already?" a voice behind Loki said.

"Yeah," Loki replied but he didn't turn as the source of the voice approached him.

"Looking at the maps again?" the elder Breton said. He has white hair, silver eyes, and numerous scars on his face and a thick equally white beard. His name is Gaspar Huginn.

"Yeah," Loki simply replied. In truth was that he was more interested with what was underneath the map but he didn't want to push it. "So…it looks here Skyrim is the only place you haven't set foot yet," Loki said, referring to the rather empty map of Skyrim.

Gaspar smiled and put his hand on his son's shoulder. He knew that his son was curious about the curved wall but he didn't want him to see it because he feared of what would happen to Loki.

"Yep, sad though that I might not get to go and explore it. And it was the best place to go too," Gaspar said with a sigh and shot his son a look. "But you know…I don't have to. It would be nice to be the listener for once, instead of the storyteller. To be the one who reads the adventures instead of being the adventurer himself,"

Loki rolled his eyes at hearing this. This wasn't the first time his father dropped hints of his wish for Loki to continue the family tradition of being adventurers. It wasn't that he didn't want to. It's just that he didn't want to leave his family. It won't do well for him when he wasn't there for him when they got sick or worse.

"My biggest dream is to hear my son's own adventures! Surely his would be even grander than mine!" Gaspar said and wiped a non-existent tear.

"Well, that was straight to the point," Loki thought.

"You know I can't, father. If I start, I can't guarantee that I will be able to come back…in time," Loki said.

"Don't let this old man anchor you down," Gaspar said. "You've live in my shadow for too long. Heard my adventures too many times that I'm sure you could write it down perfectly. I think it's time for you to make your own,"

Loki closed his eyes, thinking about it.

"Besides, who knows, maybe you'll land yourself a Nord woman," Gaspar said with a grin and Loki snorted in reply.

"I'll get whipped," Loki said.

Gaspar laughed at this. "Oh come now, I heard that you handled women very well. Remember that time with the-"

"I was drunk!" Loki said with a twitching eye and his scarred cheek pained for a while as he remembered that incident.

"And Nords drink their mead like it was water. So getting drunk is surely easy," Gaspar replied.

Loki sighed and shook his head. "Fine, I'll do it, just make sure you write regularly,"

"Of course, of course. So you would do it then? You would brave Skyrim to search for your destiny there?" Gaspar said.

"You believe my destiny is in Skyrim?" Loki said ridiculously. He didn't put much stock in destiny.

Gaspar sighed and looked at the dragon head carving with sad eyes. "Yes…yes, I believe so,"

Flashback End.

"So, I guess this is as far as my destiny goes, huh, father?" Loki thought.

"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with," a Stormcloak soldier said and walked towards the chopping block.

Loki shook his head.

-Nords; so eager to die for their promised paradise. Was it a guarantee that they would go there?

The best thing he could do was let the Priestess finish her rites. That would at least give the others or maybe himself some time. Time for what actually?

Miracles like I don't know? An earthquake? Stormcloak reinforcements? A dragon to come down and attack us? Wait, the dragon part seems unlikely that I would survive.

Okay, now it's my turn. Thanks for nothing Nord. I hope you're happy in your paradise.

Wait, why is it my turn? Shouldn't Ulfric go first? Because you know, he's the most DANGEROUS guy here?

It seems that the Empire is rather sadistic by making Ulfric watch his got killed first or they are rather…incompetent. Or maybe they are rather merciful for the Stormcloak soldiers because watching your leader getting killed can be demoralizing. That would probably explain why the guy before me was so eager to go first.-

Loki then sighed for the probably the last time and walked towards the block. Hadvar was in front of him and gave him a sad look. Loki closed his eyes, not wanting to look Hadvar and the head in the basket. He didn't want to lose focus as he wanted to live. He would have to calm himself and focus to cast the Fast Travel spell to escape.

He then got to his knees and laid his head on the block when suddenly he heard something.

"What in Oblivion is that?" a voice said and Loki opened his eyes to see and stare right into the eyes of…a dragon?

-Wow, a dragon coming to interrupt my execution. What are the odds? Life, you are one son-…actually hold that thought, I don't want Life to start screwing with me again.

Now it's like out of the frying pan and into the fire…literally.

Another thought; had the guy before me let the Priestess finish her job. He might have lived.-

...

Some other time before the execution.

A jet black dragon with sharp scales and spikes protruding from its body can be seen flying over a forest, casting its large shadow over it. The dragon wasn't just a dragon. He was Alduin, the World Eater, the Black Worm, the Master, Devourer and Destroyer of all that is in the world!

It was his right to dominate those puny weak mortals and destroy them as he sees fit! It was his destiny! Not even the Elder Scrolls could deny him that, as the battle at Throat of The World proved. Those fools thought that they could permanently defeat him by banishing him out of time?

Oh how wrong they were. He was the first born of Akatosh! The deity of time itself!

But, there is another troubling factor. The Dovahkiin or in their crude and weak language; the Dragonborn. A mortal with the soul of a dragon.

And this mortal's destiny…was to defeat him. Preposterous!

If it was true, then he would have been defeated ages ago before he got send to this time. But then again, there wasn't any Dragonborn at that time.

Perhaps, the Elder Scroll wasn't meant to banish him, but to send him to a time where there is one that could end him.

"Hah! It seems that our destiny contradicts each other, Dovahkiin!"

Alduin then landed on top of a tower that belonged to a small town. He sensed a dragon soul entered the town just now. It was a small one, unlike a dragon's who tended to be large. This indicated that the pathetic soul belonged to a mortal; the Dovahkiin.

It irked him that now he couldn't properly sense the soul amidst the souls of the other mortals. No matter, he'll kill them all. That was, his plan with the whole world after all.

He then stared into the eyes of a Breton who was about to be executed. The Breton couldn't be the Dovahkiin as he looked pathetic. And he wasn't a Nord! No matter.

"Let us see, whose destiny will emerge victorious Dovahkiin!"

With a thunderous roar, the sky rained fire and signaled Alduin's return to fulfill his destiny.


Author's Note Again: Loki might sound a bit whiny but, hey can you blame him? He's walking to his death for something he didn't do after all. Ralof was calm because he already knew what would happen if he got caught as a Stormcloak.

Anyway, I'm sure there are a lot of questions you guys might have right?

Okay, first, Loki's sense of direction like how he manage to know where he is on the map and knew where the wind directions are without a compass. This is essentially like in the game where if you open your map you got a tiny pointer showing where you are and also the compass. But it wasn't very special much because with enough experience and knowledge, adventurers can have that sense. But later on, it will have something to do with his ability as a Dovahkiin.

Second, yes, I've included the Fast Travel as a spell. Considering the size of Skyrim, and the number of quests between places, you can't expect me to write him go between towns riding a horse or walking in detail. That would be…boring? But make no mistake; the Fast Travel will still has its limitations like in the game so he can't abuse it. Oh, and it wasn't even a spell actually.

Third, Loki isn't his real name. His real name is longer and in different language. It has something to do with what his family has in possession. See if you can find out what it is. And it also has a meaning. When it comes out later on, see if you can find the meaning too.

Fourth, Loki might not share the Nord's view of Sovngarde because well, in the game it seems that it was Nord exclusive considering the fact that the people you met there are mostly Nords. I'm not sure if there were other species there because the place was glowy and shiny and I might have missed something there and I might be wrong.

And finally, Read and Review guys!