A/N Yeah so it's half eleven at night and I'm bored. I think I'm just gonna write a random oneshot. Wow I have recently taken a break from HTTYD but then I went a watched HTTYD2 again and I have fallen back into this big pit of other people I can pretend I have a social life with. So yeah HTTYD and Doctor Who crossover. I actually forgot how good DW was but then I re-watched all episodes from the ninth Doctor up and now I just yeah…

Astrid's POV

I stare at the small, withered book. I remember this. My worn and wrinkled fingers slowly brush down the brown, leather cover.

The familiar feeling sends butterflies to my stomach. The cover is no longer smooth, but crinkled and cracked with age, like me.

My faded blue eyes look the object up and down, and I notice a small engraving at the bottom.

I squint and move the book closer to my face, my glasses proving to be useless once again. I manage to make out what the writing says. It reads…

"I may have a TARDIS, but you're timeless to me my Valkyrie"

I sit and stare at it as if it's about to explode.

Scared. So very scared to open it.

This tiny, inanimate object that I hold gently in my hands. Can cause me to rip open the stitching of the wounds that never fully healed.

Slowly and cautiously I open up the first page, gently blowing the dust away.

The first thing I see is a box. Just a big blue Police Box. The TARDIS.

Out comes the first stitch.

I remember stepping into it for the first time, bigger on the inside. I remember stepping out again in disbelief. His smirk told me that it was real.

I flip through some more pages, seeing things like statues of angels that appear to be weeping. With notes around it saying things like 'don't blink' and 'always keep eye contact.

I see Robots in all shapes and sizes, named things like Daleks and Cybermen.

Every page I turn pulls out more stitches until I get to the final page and everything seems to freeze. On the last page is a portrait. Just a simple portrait of a man with shaggy auburn hair and sparkling green eyes that reflect the forest.

I remember, this is The Doctor. Or as I liked to call him; Hiccup.

My vision starts to go blurry and my hands start to shake.

Strands of grey hair fall in my face as I try to push myself out of the stupid chair.

My limbs wobble and my breathing becomes heavy but I don't care because I know that if I stay in this damn living room any longer I might go insane.

I tighten my dressing gown around me then take shaky steps towards the back door.

The cold air slaps me in the face and roars in my ears.

But that isn't wind.

What I am really listening to is the sound of a certain telephone box.

My head snaps around my garden, hurting my neck, when I finally see it. The TARDIS. Slowly becoming more and more visible at the foot of my small, neglected garden.

I stand motionless in the razor like wind that is slicing my skin.

He's back.

He's walking towards me, his Jade-green eyes looking straight into my misty blue ones.

His hair is windswept and in desperate need of cutting. His metal leg clonks on the dried up earth beneath us.

He said that he would come to me when my adventure ended. I never understood what he meant. Now I do.

I can feel it. I'm dying.

He stops when he reaches me and smiles down at me.

We don't say anything, I just jump into his welcoming embrace and close my eyes, ready for the eternal sleep.

We are going to finish the way we started, together.

And now I can welcome death with open arms.

Now I can die happy…

A/N Wow that was so short. It was like even shorter than Frank Iero. Sorry about that. Anyway hope you liked it! If you left a comment then it would really just make my day. Until next time, bye Internet! 3