A/N: Uh...so here's another session. I've had this sitting around for a bit, but only just now finished it. Enjoy!


Since the dancing had tired them all out, Dr Phil concluded the first session and gave them a week before the next. This is the next session.

Thor was covered in blood and he kept muttering about Ancient Gods, and no one could get him to say anything else. His clothing was modern and sports oriented, but he had no reason for why that was. He stroked his hammer persistently, as though he expected a genie to spring forth before him. Dr Phil decided it was best to leave him out of the conversation.

But the God of Thunder was not the only one looking different.

"Chris, what happened to you?" Dr Phil asked, staring with wonder at the floating, teenager with snow white hair.

"The name's Jack. Jack Frost."

"It's curious." Loki mumbled, tilting his head sideways. "He sounds like Kirk-Pine, but he does not resemble him. Are you a shapeshifter?"

"What, you mean like Pitch's shadows?"

"Who is Pitch?" Liam asked, watching closely as Jack sent frost across the room.

"He's sort of like that guy." Jack pointed at Loki and the god of mischief smirked.

"My name is Loki, boy."

A snowball flew into Loki's face and blue skin peeked out where the snow had touched. Jack raised an eyebrow curiously. With a wave of his wand, Loki's face went back to a normal skin tone. Jack drifted closer, his mouth open in a half-smile.

"What are you, man?"

"I could ask you the same question."

The two ice spirits stared at each other without interruption until Liam cleared his throat. Their bright gazes settled on him and he smiled sheepishly.

"You never explained Pitch."

"Oh, he's the Nightmare King, king of fear, shadows, stuff like that. You've never heard of him?"

"No, we haven't." Loki said. "Though I am sure I know well his trade."

"Yeah, he used be this guy named Watson ages ago." Jack replied, turning to float upside down in the air.

"I do not know a Watson, but I know a Sherlock. I believe Tony Stark was a Sherlock in another time."

"Kirk mentioned that he's facing off with this dude named John who was also Sherlock, though his Watson was actually a hobbit." Jack nodded knowingly.

"What's a hobbit?" Dr Phil asked.

"Some creature that lives in a hole in the ground."

"Like a dwarf?"

"That's funny because he was travelling with some dwarves." Jack chuckled. "But he wasn't a dwarf, no."

"One can never trust a dwarf." Loki said sagely.

"Eh, well, Kirk said they were pretty chill." A smirk wormed its way across Jack's lips and he bounced on the balls of his feet restlessly. "What are we here for, anyway? I mean, I get that guy's issues," Here he pointed at Thor, who was laughing at absolutely nothing. "But I'm alright. Liam over there seems fine, too. Is it you, dude?"

Loki raised a single eyebrow. "What are you implying?"

"Is this like an..." Jack tapped his foot, then snapped his fingers. "Intervention! Right?"

"And what, exactly, would we be intervening?" Loki had raised himself to the fullest height he could manage while remaining firmly seated in his chair.

"Dunno," Jack bobbed left around the hastily repaired poster of a hobgoblin as Bones had told him once. "Maybe your addiction to being naughty?"

"Naughty? Who's been naughty?" A newcomer stepped through the door and everyone paused to look. A small being stood at the door with curly hair and pointy ears and altogether too large, and hairy, feet.

"Hobbit!" Jack declared as though announcing a king. Loki and Liam shared a look before the 'hobbit' skirted around the babbling and bloody Thor to sit on the most accessible chair to his height.

Dr Phil cleared his throat. "Mister Baggins will be joining us."

"Legolas is coming soon as well." Mister Baggins, the Hobbit, stated calmly, eying the room curiously and a tad suspiciously. "Should I, uh, should I be worried about that gentleman?"

Thor looked up at the briefly gesturing finger and yelped, "Gremlin!", before ducking beneath the table, smacking his head on the way down.

Mister Baggins leaned towards Jack and whispered. "Is he going to be alright? It's just, he didn't...well, he was built like a troll but he certainly couldn't be one, right?"

"Nah, he's a god."

"Ah!" Mister Baggins said, his face betraying his continued lack of understanding.

"As am I." Loki interjected and watched the hobbit closely. Such a small unassuming thing and yet even he could sense something more about him.

"You're a...god?"

"Yes."

"Of what?"

Loki forced a chuckle. "Of whatever I wish."

"Well, that's unhelpful! What if you wished to be the god of apples and they went out of season? What would you be the god of then?"

"You're an impertinent little creature!"

"Well, I've faced a fire-breathing dragon and lived to tell the tale so I'll be as impertinent as I like, sir! Now, what's your name?"

The abrupt shift in conversation brought the mischievous god to a halt.

"Why do you want my name?"

"So I'll know who not to invite to my birthday party! You'll be right up there with Lobelia!"

"Was that the name of the 'fire-breathing' dragon?"

"Close enough," the hobbit chuckled. "And you still haven't told me your name."

"I am Loki, the rightful king of Asgard." Loki said, daring the little creature to say something untoward. Instead, the hobbit looked away and nodded, an odd look washing over his face. It was almost...grieving.

"So," Jack began, looking at the hobbit as well. There was a glimmer of understanding on the youthful spirit's face. "Let's not talk about royalty. How about Sherlock? Or...or that dragon! What was its name?"

After a bit of hesitation, the hobbit spoke. "Smaug."

"Smog?"

"No, Smaug.

"Sm-ow-guh?" Jack tried, a frown on his face.

"Khan!" Mister Baggins muttered in exasperation. "Just call him Khan."

"Hey!" Jack laughed. "John was named Khan, too."

"John?"

"Excuse me?" Everyone in the room turned to who had spoken and Mister Baggins leapt up.

"Legolas! What did you do to your hair?"

"Um..." the newcomer shook his head and stepped inside. A man with a hat and wild eyes followed silently behind him. "My name is Will. Will Turner."

"Not another William!" Loki growled and promptly turned his back on the room.

Dr Phil looked well and truly overwhelmed.