asknotbug:

I still find the idea of Madara as the Dragonborn utterly hilarious. And I still need to write it.

How’s this for a start?

After the initial introduction, Madara found that Skyrim wasn’t so bad. Sure, the Imperial presence was a bit much, the Thalmor were even more infuriating than usual, the land was cold and inhospitable, not to mention that he nearly suffered execution and being eaten by a dragon in the same day – his very first day in the country. It was still better than home.

Then there was the elf. What kind of elf Tobirama was, Madara hadn’t yet ascertained. He lacked the golden hue of the Altmer, and the dark skin of the Dunmer. Logically, that left only the Bosmer, but…

He fell in with the elf after Helgen, and sometimes, it felt a little like babysitting. The damned elf seemed to get into <i>everything</i>. Sometimes, it was entertaining. Other times, it led them into an abandoned mine full of bandits. And for all Tobirama could be insanely <i>quiet</i>, he wasn’t much for sneaking.