This is just a humorous short I wrote a while back while playing with memes and crossover ideas. My Dunmer Mage Thief, Jolinar Telvanni, and the God of Mischief encounter each other one day and things don't go at all as expected.
Loki © Marvel, Skyrim © Bethesda, Jolinar © Me
"Let it go, Let it go..."
Jolinar Telvanni spun around and round, flinging ice from her equally blue hands while singing at the top of her lungs. From the top of Mount Anthor, no one could see her or her ice magic. Well, unless that pesky dragon came back, then she'd have to call the Dragonborn and that would take ages...
"...can't hold it back anymo-ohff!"
Suddenly, Jolinar was knocked over when a great beam of rainbow light shot from the heavens and connected with the ground barely ten yards from her position. She watched as a beam of light traveled down the rainbow funnel before the thing vanished, leaving behind its deposit.
A very tall man in dark, almost black leathers with golden armor and a strange helmet kinda similar in style to those worn by the elves in Cyrodiil some two hundred ish years ago stepped out of the strange ring that the rainbow light funnel had left in the snow.
Jolinar frowned. Someone probably noticed that.
The man raised an eyebrow at the ice spikes Jolinar had shot into...everything, before turning to face the caster herself. His eyes widened when he saw her, slumped in a sitting position in the snow and watching him with blood red eyes. He started forward and towered over her, staring at her in a way that reminded her of a few very insane scholars that she knew. Jolinar scooted back a little. He probably was mad. Like Septimus.
"Red eyes...blue skin...ARE YOU A RUNTY BABY FROST GIANT TOO?!"
Jolinar flinched at the stranger's sudden outburst. "Um, no...I'm a dark elf, you know, a Dunmer..."
She trailed off on the last word when the crazy guy staggered back, as if stricken.
"A dark elf?!" He whispered in awe.
"Yeah..." The Archmagister raised a blonde eyebrow in confusion.
"You are one of the Svartálfr?"
"Yeah, wait, no, I'm-"
The man stepped forward again and poked Jolinar in the cheek before she swatted his hand away with a hissed, "Oi!"
"Interesting, you appear to be a Svartálfr disguised as a Jötunn just as I am a Jötunn disguised as an Æsir! Amazing!"
Jolinar stood up, deciding that, whoever he was, this guy was crazier than Cynric after one too many bottles of mead. She walked over to the strange circle the man had caused with his rainbow funnel.
"Hey," she called back to him in an attempt to change the subject. "What're these markings for?"
"What? Oh, they're mainly just decorative, though they're used to channel the Bifrost, to an extent," he replied dismissively, still staring at her.
"I see, well, I'm Jolinar Aran and this is Skyrim. Who are you?"
"Loki Laufeyson," the man said, "God of Mischief."