Stephen Strange wasn't too thrilled in what was coming, because he could literally feel the heat of the cave, and it was scorching.

Sherlock had never before regretted wearing this overcoat, but now as he ended up getting drenched in sweat, he was seriously beginning to rethink his fashion choice in such a terrain.

John was thankfully not wearing a jumper but even the shirt made him sweat. The dwarves hadn't noticed them, which was a plus point and they couldn't see Bilbo Baggins from their position, another plus point.

The medieval trio, who were used to the cold land of Denmark, found the heat unpleasant.

Drama queens, not gonna lie.

They sneaked their way towards the mountain, more like, Stephen floated above the ground and the rest walked.

Perks of having magic, y'all.

It was about dusk when they reached it. When John asked why exactly Stephen hadn't opened a portal into the place, he was totally ignored. Rude much?

Uh huh, if I had to answer this, it would probably be for gauging the enemies. Opening a portal directly wouldn't give anyone the time to observe.

Sherlock shook his head.

"You need to observe the enemy before entering, John."

"My point precisely," Stephen muttered as they reached the mouth of the cave.

Hamlet's hand automatically went to the sword at his side, Ophelia unsheathed her dagger as Horatio took kept his hand on the sword as well.

Sherlock and John had their guns in their hands.

They stepped inside, looking around warily. A flame conjured on Stephen's hand gave them the light to look around.

Neat trick, I will give him that.

It was a dark and humid place. The smoke coming from a chamber was visible, and so were the dwarves and the Hobbit that was approaching it.

Stephen raised another hand to make them invisible, so that they couldn't be seen.

The medievals were, however gaping at Bilbo, who resembled John.

Oh yush, the original reason for the entire drama. This is gonna be fun.

"Yes, I know he looks like a miniature version of me, no need to stare," John grumbled.

Sherlock snorted.

"Oh yeah, right, we ARE in the Multiverse of Doppelgangers," Hamlet muttered as the others passed.

Stephen, however, did not drop the invisibility spell but kept it on and they sought the chamber of the great dragon, Smaug.

The dwarves and the Hobbit were resting, and they tiptoed past them and into the lion's mouth. Quite literally.

The dragon, even if it couldn't see them, could sense their presence.

A colossal eye opened and stared in their direction.

"Who are you all?" He spoke in a voice that resembled Sherlock, Stephen and Hamlet's voice.

Horatio should have seen this coming, but hearing a dragon sound like his Prince, he got a shock. Ophelia nudged him and he blinked.

"A wizard," Stephen answered from his place, "A second rate magician," he added as if remembering something, "former neurosurgeon," he continued when the dragon blinked.

Oh wow, so he doesn't have that bad of a memory.

"What is this neurosurgeon you speak of?" He asked with a frown.

"Stabbing people to life," Stephen said, trying very hard not to laugh, "It's basically an art where you stab people to life."

The other five looked disbelievingly at him.

Hello and welcome to comedy channel.

"Oh," the dragon sounded satisfied and said, "But what's your name?"

"The strangest person you would never meet, in fact—," Stephen said as he spotted the time stone. He felt an affinity with it, even though it was of another dimension entirely.

"Someone who will annoy you. I go by many names, master, doctor, mister, etc etc," he went on as he tried to quietly summon the time stone.

Smaug the dragon's nostrils flared. He was getting annoyed with the vague answers.

"And who are all these people with you?"

"A very non-magical version of the wizard here," Sherlock began, "And a far more intelligent one."

The look Stephen gave him could have curdled milk.

"Yeah, I am NOT an American Magical Sherlock," he muttered, the stone appearing in his hands.

Sherlock did not pay him any heed, in fact he was quite enjoying himself.

"Hello, hello, hello," Hamlet began in the most dramatic way possible. Ophelia cut him off.

"No, mister, no need, Mr. Dragon here isn't asking for an entire soliloquy on your self," she said dryly as Stephen signalled that they were ready to go.

"But I had waited so long for this," Hamlet said pouting.

Horatio resisted the urge to smack him.

"Farewell, breather of fire, destroyer of places, we will be off then," Stephen said while conjuring a portal.

Both of Smaug's eyes opened now but when it stood up, they were already gone.

He made a disgruntled roar that shook the walls and woke the dwarves and the Hobbit up.

Oh well, can't be helped, can it?