A/N: Has anyone done a How to Train Your Dragon AU for Whouffaldi? All I did was literally glance over at my DVD shelf and this popped into my head. I'm sorry.

2787 words; mostly this is just righting the wrong of Peter Capaldi not voicing someone in the HTTYD series (amongst other series that he really could/should have been in except he wasn't invited for some unknown reason); the crossover mostly encompasses borrowing the setting and a few main points, but you'll discover what as we go along; I'm beginning to think that almost all of what I'm capable of these says is just AUs but hey I found my niche I LIVE HERE NOW; chapter below contains mentions of blood/wounds, but not in-depth

Clara Oswald and the Last of the Dragon Lords

One

Nothing really happens here, on the island and in the village where I grew up.

Berk is nothing special, really. My parents came here when I was a little girl, before I could clearly remember, searching for a different sort of life. For the most part, people who are born here, die here, and there's not much else that goes on. We farm sheep, and fish, and there's some crops that we're able to cultivate despite the rocky terrain. Traders go through every now and then, buying our Berkish wool and metalworks while being our lifeline to the rest of the world. One can live a good life on Berk, which I guess is why Mum and Dad came here all those years ago.

Did I mention there were dragons? Oh, yeah, because there are.

That was the one thing my parents didn't anticipate when they moved to Berk: the near-constant threat of dragon attacks. I fail to see how it wasn't apparent from the start. Most of the buildings on the island have only been built within the past ten years—if that—there are many catapults and dragon-snares everywhere, and, well, you've never met the people. Berkers are staunch dragon-haters, and for good reason. They make off with sheep, burn things down, and sometimes people are killed. My mum was one—she slipped and fell off a platform while fighting dragons during a storm. That was back when I was a teen; I'm an adult now, and the memory of that night still hurts.

All in all, it's still not a terrible place to live. We take care of one another, the community is strong, and no one goes hungry or cold. Everything seems to fit into place…

…that was… until he showed up.

Dawn broke as Clara woke, rising for the day. It was another gorgeous sunrise on Berk, one that she was going to enjoy, and for good reason. The island had gone for an entire month without having to fight off any dragons, which of course had led to her being able to do her work in peace and quiet. Her job was a difficult one to do while under attack and she preferred a quiet day to the alternative. She left the house before her father woke, the man firmly asleep after having taken a late watch.

After getting a breakfast bun from the baker in the Great Hall, Clara headed directly to the schoolhouse, dodging students who were already running about in the yard. The school that Clara worked in—if it could really be called that some days—was honestly one of her favorite places on the island. The building where she and a few others were in charge of the village's children was a haven. Despite the fact that she never really escaped the looming threat of dragons, it was good to lose herself in historic ballads and tales of old. There were other reminders, such as the storing of their books in stone vaults to protect them and the subjects other teachers were given. Science projects involved building traps and identifying different dragon species, maths involved the costs of rebuilding and how much to charge in order to get top dollar for more supplies, and the physical education department…

"Clara, I hate to bother you, but do you have a minute?"

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw another instructor standing sheepishly in the doorway of her classroom. The day had yet to properly begin, so they were both free. While she had just sat down to begin her day's prep work, he…

"Danny, what happened to your arm?!" she gaped. He slunk into the room and tried not to wince as she sat him down on a chair and moved his hand and the cloth in it so that she could look at the gaping wound on his forearm. She went for the emergency kit in her desk—it was not good.

"I was showing the early-risers some self-defense techniques and the knife slipped," he admitted.

"This looks like a lot more than a slip."

"Yeah, and it took everything to not cuss and freak them out. I had to act like everything was normal and it was just a scratch." He hissed as she splashed some alcohol on the wound to disinfect it. "I'm an idiot, aren't I?"

"Don't make me answer that," she deadpanned. She had known Danny for a long time—the boy who washed up on their shores some years after her parents moved with her to Berk, the boat he was in having been attacked by dragons. They were both not native to the village, yet found their places within it as they had grown into adulthood. "You should get this looked at… properly."

"…and face the lectures I'll get after having promised to be careful? Not a chance." He tried to not twitch as she sewed him up, only needing a couple stitches. A couple was enough though, and he knew he couldn't patch up his own arm like another human could. "In lieu of medical treatment, I could get murdered instead."

"Now that sounds a bit like overreacting," she chuckled. "You just need me to get you out of trouble again."

"What an accusation."

"You're not denying it, now are you? I think that maybe next time, you need to work with a dull knife when showing off to the students." Clara tied off the string and snipped it before getting the bandage wrap out of the kit. "Think you can at least manage this part?"

"I think so," Danny replied. He took the bandage and began to wind it around his forearm, hiding the stitches from view. "I was thinking…"

"…go on…"

"Wouldn't it be nice if we didn't have to fight dragons all the time?" He let her take the end of the bandage from his hand and secure it in place. "I don't want to have to teach the kids self-defense anymore… not when it comes to dragons."

"What do you want to teach them self-defense for?"

"It'd be nice if we could just show them how to flip someone over their shoulder and be done with it," he said. She stayed silent—it wasn't a point she could argue, even if she wanted. "These kids can fully operate most of our anti-dragon weaponry by the time they're ten…"

"You were manning the anti-dragon weaponry by ten."

"I was, and to be our age and still have over twenty years of that behind you?" He stared off into the middle distance, thinking to himself for a moment. "It'd be nice if we can spare them that."

Clara hugged Danny from the side, knowing precisely what was eating at him. "It would be wonderful to not have the threat of dragons and just be a normal village, wouldn't it?" He remained quiet, contemplating, before responding to her.

"I'm thinking about moving."

His admission hit her hard; she stepped back and gave him a confused look.

"Move? Where?"

"I don't know—somewhere not here," he said. "I just want a quiet life… don't you?"

"I… I…"

What hit her harder was that she didn't know how to respond to that.

"Give it some thought; I'm not wholly decided myself," he said. "Just please keep it a secret for the time being—I don't want to worry anyone unnecessarily."

Clara nodded. The sound of students filtering back into the corridors reached them, signaling that classes were about to begin for the morning. They bid each other luck for the remainder of the day and Danny left just as some of the students were beginning to enter the room.

It stayed on her mind all the rest of the work: a quiet life. Wasn't Berk already quiet? Yeah, sure, there was the d-r-a-g-o-n issue, but when all was said and done, it wasn't as though they were the center of a kingdom, or in the middle of a trading crossroads. Then there was what clearly was an offer to go along… it was a lot of a conversation to have at once… in fact, she wasn't entirely sure what to think about it. How much more quiet could it get, and if it could, would it bore her to tears?

Then, to top it all off, there was the fact that it was Danny who made her the offer—was he someone she could make that journey with? It was something she had never thought of… and it concerned her. She made her way through the school day and left soon as she could, slipping out of the building unnoticed and heading out into the forest at the edge of the village in order to clear her mind.

The forest—oh, it was one of her favorite places on the island. It was different from the "quiet life" that Danny had mentioned, despite what most people would claim. To Clara, the forest was life; it was always new every day and showed her wonders each time she wandered about in it. There were no predators on the island save for other humans, yet it was a place that seemed wild, unpredictable, and just a touch dangerous. The sea can drown you or let you be eaten, sure, yet the forest… there was no telling what would happen despite the deceptive security of solid land.

After finding a spot her mother favored overlooking the sea, Clara sat down and enjoyed the sun as it prepared to set. The breeze off the ocean was gentle that day and she was able to use it to motivate herself to go through essays and begin a book she had been meaning to start. She had bought it the last time traders were in port and wondered if she could easily add it to the list for some of her older students. It would mean ordering a few more copies to make sharing bearable, but she needed to figure if it was good for the rotation first.

The sun was not yet touching the horizon when an odd noise reached Clara's ears. It was an odd, screeching sort of noise, unlike any tern or skua or gull she'd heard before. She closed her book and placed it back in her bag with the rest of her things, looking about for the source and not seeing anything. Standing, she looked around, her heart beginning to beat faster.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw it: something large falling out of the sky and into the forest. She immediately began running towards it, hoping that whatever it was had a relatively straight trajectory. As the sky began to turn different colors to signal sunset, she began to run, running all the way to the spring-fed lake in the middle of the forest.

She looked around and found what had been careening through the air: there, laying on the edge of the lake, was a brilliantly-blue dragon wearing a harness of all things.

Clara gasped, jerking backwards at the realization. Though she often brought the smaller children to shelters to hide during attacks, she had seen her fair share of dragons, and this was one she could not place. It was small and sleek, with cobalt-blue scales and wild eyes. Eventually, after the dragon did not move, she stepped forward in hesitation. Its scales rippled in every color her eyes could fathom as it laid there, panting heavily and not moving. A moment and she figured it out.

The dragon was hurt.

"Who are you?!"

Clara turned and saw a man she had never seen before bounding out of the woods and heading towards her. She stepped out of the way and let him get between her and the dragon. He was much taller than her, with greying brown hair and storm-blue eyes. The scowl on his face was one of the most intense she had ever seen, accentuated by his wild brows, and a face so well-frowned that it might as well have been stone. His clothes were made from dark cloth and beaten leather, both of which seemed to be a bit battered from whatever fall caused the cut on the side of his head and the scratches on his face.

"I think the question is who are you?" she fired back. She pointed at the dragon and glared back. "What do you think you're doing with this?!"

"Don't think you understand Idris and me," he snapped, his brogue making his voice even more abrasive. The man then turned his back to her and knelt down at the dragon's side. His voice grew softer as he touched the creature's wing. "Does this hurt?" The dragon wheezed. "Alright, I guess so."

"Why are you with that dragon?" she asked. He didn't look back at her, instead keeping his attention on the creature before him. She moved around to get a glimpse of his face, seeing that it was much softer, much kinder, than it had been just moments before. "Why… are you with that dragon…?"

He noticed the change in her tone and glanced at her; with wide eyes the same brown as her hair, she seemed just as confused as she was… dare he think it…

"We're running," he admitted quietly. "It's been a long time."

"Running from what?"

He turned his attention back to the dragon. Huh… okay…

"I didn't think anyone rode dragons anymore," she said as he unbelted the harness. "There were a few who did, yeah? I hear it's like trying to tame a whale: impossible."

"Not impossible, as you can see," he replied. With the harness off, Clara could see that the dragon's scales were attempting to blend in with the sand beneath her, not quite making it. "She's hurt too bad—she can't blend in."

"Blend in…? She can seem invisible…?" Several things clicked in her brain at once. "Then you're…"

"…just a passerby, who only wants to help where and when he can," he finished. "I'm the Doctor… just the Doctor."

"…and I'm Clara Oswald." She stared at the injured dragon and frowned. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were one of the Dragon Lords."

"…and how am I not one of those pompous windbags?" Huh… not the reaction she was expecting.

"They were all supposed to have died out hundreds of years ago, when the dragons finally turned on their masters," she said. "That's why we have dragon raids to begin with: because the Dragon Lords are no longer around to perform their duties."

"Maybe they all did, maybe they didn't," he scowled. Something told her that the anger in his voice was not directed at her, but at someone else… something else… and it piqued her interest. "Now if you don't mind, I need to figure out what's wrong with my dragon before anything gets infected."

He seemingly began to block her out as she began to step backwards, eventually turning on her heel and running off. Clara ran at full speed until she reached the village's limit, afterwards leaning on a nearby fencepost to catch her breath. It was almost completely night, the twilight clinging for the last few minutes it could.

"Clara…?" She looked and saw Danny nearby, concern on his face. "What are you running from?"

"To; I was running to the village," she said between gasps. It wasn't a lie, so she didn't feel bad saying it. "I wanted to see if I could still run all the way here from Mum's spot."

"Try not to do it again—you look about ready to fall over," he laughed.

Ah, good; the adrenaline that she had gained from running fast as she could masked the fact that she wasn't entirely sure what to think about her discovery in the forest. It was the last thing she wanted to explain to anyone that evening, especially Danny. Why worry him unnecessarily? She could take care of herself. It was only a man she found… a man… and a dragon.

Later on that evening, Clara packed a bag and crept out of the village. It was easy to do, as the dragons always came from the sea and never the forest, and the rest of Berk was sleeping. She brought the bag with food and medicine out to the lake, finding only the dragon's harness as proof that there was someone there before. Placing the bag down, she did not wait before heading back, knowing each minute she was out there was an added risk.

There was no doubt about it, she decided: the Doctor was most definitely a Dragon Lord.