So, on my shout-outs for my story Blows to the Head and unlikely Consequences I gave a few shout-outs to a few authors. Well, I have one more I forgot, and it goes to:

Omegaman17.

See, they're one of my most loyal followers (one of them, I have TONS AND TONS of loyal followers and I love you all so much even if you only read a few of my stories), but yeah, Omegaman17 has written a few stories, none of which have gotten many reviews. So, yes. I would totally check them out. :)

This is my FIRST EVER crossover, and my FIRST EVER Doctor Who fanfiction (10th Doctor, just so you all know). I really hope you all like it. :)

A five-year-old Hiccup wandered through Raven Point. He knew the forest better than anyone else in the village. He especially loved exploring, even at a young age. Normally, the other Vikings were learning how to wield their first weapons at the age of five. Hiccup, instead, didn't find point in learning how to use a sword, or a bludgeon, or a mace, or a bola, or an axe, or a dagger.

He kept a small knife with him, but even then, the blade was dull, and couldn't do any harm. He couldn't even cut a piece of fresh bread with it. Still, though, having a knife made him feel safer.

He came to a stream, with stones poking out of the water, forming the perfect path to get across. Hiccup hopped from stone to stone with almost flawless balance. He had done it a lot in the past.

He knew his father would get angry with him for being in the forest alone, but Hiccup didn't understand why. It wasn't like anything in the forest was going to hurt him…

Right?

Hiccup suddenly heard a noise. It was a very strange noise; one he had never heard before. He spun around in a circle, grabbing his small knife and holding it in his shaking hands.

Now, more than ever, he wished that he had training in weapons.

Suddenly, the strangest thing happened. Right in front of him, a blue (dark, dark blue, just a little bit lighter than the color of the ocean), box-like-object appeared. No, it appeared. Just out of thin air, there it was.

There were letters on the side of the box, and Hiccup couldn't help but look closer.

POLICE BOX

Hiccup didn't know what that meant, but his imaginative, five-year-old mind decided that it was nothing bad. If it were something bad, it would be attacking him.

Right?

He sheathed his knife and took a step forward, his feet crunching the dry leaves. He stopped when he was about seven feet (by estimation) away from it, and only because the door to it had opened, and someone had stepped out.

"Blimey, that was a rough landing!" the man shouted as he stepped out of the box. Hiccup stared at him with confusion, taking another small step towards the mysterious man, his interest in the blue thing with a door fading slightly.

Hiccup listened intently to what the man was mumbling;

"Ah, it needs a break...should be up and running in another hour or two, and we can be on our…" He spun around, his chanting coming to an end when he saw Hiccup.

"Hello?" he said. Hiccup took a small step backwards. "Who's this?" the man asked.

"M...my name is Hiccup…" Hiccup got out.

"Hiccup, aye?" the man asked, and Hiccup nodded. "You're not alien are you, Hiccup?"

Hiccup shook his head. "I dunno w'at 'dat means," he said. He was missing one of his front teeth, which made his words slurred just slightly.

"How old are you, Hiccup?" the man asked. "Seven? Six?"

"Ffftive," Hiccup said, holding up five of his fingers.

"Are you afraid, Hiccup?" the man asked.

Hiccup shook his head in denial. "Not 'weally," he said.

"Okay then," said the man. "Hello, I'm the Doctor!"

"Doc'tor?" Hiccup asked. The Doctor nodded. "What 'tat mean?" Hiccup questioned. "What does D...Doc..tor…?" The Doctor nodded. "...Mean?" Hiccup finished.

"Well, a Doctor is…" the Doctor started, and the paused. "You really don't know what a doctor is?" he asked.

Hiccup shook his head.

"Where are we, Hiccup?" the Doctor asked.

"Berk," Hiccup answered as if it were obvious.

"No, I mean, what time are we in?" the Doctor rephrased his previous question.

"I dunno," Hiccup said. "My Dad tells me, but I can never remem'bor what it is."

The Doctor examined Hiccup's clothes, and the knife at his belt. "Who are you, Hiccup?" he asked him. "What people group are you from?"

"Pe'pol group?" Hiccup asked. "I'm a Viking. Does 'tat count, Doc'tor?"

The Doctor didn't really listen to his last question, though. He was looking at the blue box intently.

"Looks like we got a bit off track, girl," he said, patting the side of it. Hiccup tilted his head sideways.

"Why do you talk to your box?" Hiccup asked.

"It's called a TARDIS," the Doctor answered, sounding a tad bit offended. Hiccup looked at him with confusion. "It stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space." Hiccup stared at him. "Ah, never mind," the Doctor said.

"What does it do?" Hiccup said.

"Well...it's…" The Doctor tried to think of someway to explain to Hiccup just what a "spaceship" was. Since he was a Viking, the Doctor knew he had gone far back into the past. Hiccup probably didn't even know what tennis shoes were.

"It's my traveling...thing," the Doctor settled for.

"Where do you travel?" Hiccup asked.

The Doctor was slowly beginning to like this little boy, simply because of how unafraid and curious he was. The TARDIS just appeared in front of him, and yet he didn't seem so shocked, which made talking to him all the easier.

"I travel all sorts of places!" the Doctor said. "Everywhere, I suppose. Yes, that's it. I travel everywhere, Hiccup."

"That is really cool," Hiccup said. "What do you do?"

Before the Doctor could answer, they heard the roar of a dragon. Hiccup looked behind him, just as a Nadderhead came into view.

"Oh no," Hiccup muttered.

"Is that a dragon?" the Doctor asked, squinting. "Oh, blimey! That is a dragon! Incredible!"

Hiccup, on the other hand, ran towards the Doctor and hid behind him.

"Dragons are bad," he said. "They like to eat Vikings. My Dad told me they do."

The Nadder roared, and then sprang towards him.

"Well in that case I guess we should move!" the Doctor shouted, opening the door to the TARDIS and shoving Hiccup inside, following closely afterwards. He shut the door behind them both, and then turned around to find Hiccup staring at the TARDIS in awe.

"This is so cool!" he shouted. "Can the dragon get us in here?"

"Nope," said the Doctor, popping the P. "We're safe." He was partially relieved that Hiccup didn't seem scared or shocked by the size of the TARDIS's inside. Normally, people freaked out.

"This is awesome!" said Hiccup. "So is this what you do? Do you help people?"

"I help all sorts of people," the Doctor said.

"Cool!" said Hiccup. "Someday, I want to help all sorts of people, too!"

The Doctor smiled. "I'm sure you will," he said.

Hiccup had a million questions, and he didn't stop asking them. His questions made sense, too, and the fact that he never seemed shocked or scared by the answers the Doctor gave him also made the Doctor fascinated. He was incredibly smart for a five-year-old.

Sooner than later, the TARDIS was ready to fly again.

"Alright then!" said the Doctor, messing with the gears of the TARDIS. "It looks like it's time for me to go for now."

"Will you come back and visit again?" Hiccup asked.

"Maybe," the Doctor said offhandedly, shoving a lever downwards. "Maybe not. You never really know with time."

"Oh, well," Hiccup said, "thank you for saving me from the dragon. Dragons are mean."

"You're welcome, Hiccup," the Doctor said. "Do you have anywhere you should be?"

"I should be home," Hiccup said guiltily. "My Dad doesn't like it when I stay away for very long, so I guess...I guess I should be heading back. But thank you for...everything, I suppose."

The Doctor smiled as Hiccup exited the TARDIS, shutting the door behind him. Then, he heard the humming sound again, and spun around, just as the TARDIS vanished just as it had appeared.

Hiccup ran home. He couldn't wait to tell people what he had found.

Of course, no one believed him; they thought it was just Hiccup making up his own stories. And Doctor? What did that mean? Some of the younger kids said that Hiccup could have dreamed it, but Hiccup knew better.

TEN YEARS LATER…

"...The Gronckle!" Gobber announced, putting his hand onto the lever.

"Wait wait wait!" Snotlout shouted, running forward. "Aren't you gonna teach us first!?"

"I believe in learning on the job!" said Gobber, shoving the lever downwards. A Gronckle burst out of it as soon as the doors were open.

"Today's lesson is all about survival!" Gobber shouted. "If you get blasted, you're dead!"

Gee, thanks for the encouraging words, Gobber, Hiccup thought.

"Quick!" Gobber exclaimed. "What's the first thing you'll need?"

Hiccup thought back to all those years ago, when that mysterious man in the box had saved him from a dragon.

"A Doctor!?" Hiccup shouted.

Of course, he was ignored, just as he always was for bringing up The Doctor. Fishlegs guessed "Plus five speed" and then Astrid guessed "A shield" correctly.

Despite how many times people tried to tell Hiccup that the Doctor was just his imagination, he still knew that he had met him in the past, and that he really was real.

Too bad there was no way for him to prove it.

Author's Notes:

So, listen up: I did some research, and I learned that the word "Doctor" didn't actually exist back in Viking times. SO, THIS IS MY THEORY, AND NO ONE WILL EVER NOT EVER BE ABLE TO TELL ME OTHERWISE! Hiccup met the Doctor at a young age, and then THAT'S what made him shout "A DOCTOR!?" when Gobber asked what they needed.

It's the theory I have chosen to stick with. :)

Until next story! :)

-BeyondTheClouds777