Scenario:a young pilot flying his grandfather's p-51 mustang in the sky. he loves history, especially about ww2 and wants to know as much as possible. however, that makes him a lonely social outcast, meaning he has no friends, not even a girlfriend. however, one flight changes all of that when a mysterious storm brews up and he is suddenly transported into the world of how to train your dragon. he crash lands on the isle of berk, not realizing what he has gotten into. he sees big dragons flying in the sky, and wonders where he is. soon he meets hiccup, astrid, toothless, and the rest of the gang who are puzzled by him and his plane. he explains he is from another time, but in this moment, he lies about what time he really is from. the gang take him in and question everything about the pilot, but all he wants is to go home. in exchange for fixing his plane, he helps with dragon poachers that have been taking their dragons away. hesitant at first, but agrees in the end. he had injured his leg from the crash and was being taken care of, in the mean time, by a young girl named lyra, an apprenticing herbalist. like the young pilot, she has her own interest and is quite lonely with also little to no friends. they make conversation and find a liking to one another. the pilot then goes on to help against the poachers, but days turn to weeks, and months. but as time goes by, he considers if he truly wants to go back home. lyra and the pilot form a relationship, and they acknowledge their feelings for one another and fall in love. however, his lies of being from ww2 are uncovered from the wreck of the plane, and he is saddened by this. he expresses that he wishes to stay on berk and fight for the dragons. in one last battle, they fight the poachers, but at the cost of losing his plane. while he now has no way home, he finds comfort in the friends he has made, and the love he shares. years later, he and lyra get married and have kids. the end.
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a young pilot flying his grandfather's p-51 mustang in the sky. he loves history, especially about ww2 and wants to know as much as possible. however, that makes him a lonely social outcast, meaning he has no friends, not even a girlfriend. however, one flight changes all of that when a mysterious storm brews up and he is suddenly transported into the world of how to train your dragon. he crash lands on the isle of berk, not realizing what he has gotten into. he sees big dragons flying in the sky, and wonders where he is. soon he meets hiccup, astrid, toothless, and the rest of the gang who are puzzled by him and his plane. he explains he is from another time, but in this moment, he lies about what time he really is from. the gang take him in and question everything about the pilot, but all he wants is to go home. in exchange for fixing his plane, he helps with dragon poachers that have been taking their dragons away. hesitant at first, but agrees in the end. he had injured his leg from the crash and was being taken care of, in the mean time, by a young girl named lyra, an apprenticing herbalist. like the young pilot, she has her own interest and is quite lonely with also little to no friends. they make conversation and find a liking to one another. the pilot then goes on to help against the poachers, but days turn to weeks, and months. but as time goes by, he considers if he truly wants to go back home. lyra and the pilot form a relationship, and they acknowledge their feelings for one another and fall in love. however, his lies of being from ww2 are uncovered from the wreck of the plane, and he is saddened by this. he expresses that he wishes to stay on berk and fight for the dragons. in one last battle, they fight the poachers, but at the cost of losing his plane. while he now has no way home, he finds comfort in the friends he has made, and the love he shares. years later, he and lyra get married and have kids. the end.
Young Pilot
He is a young pilot from a historical family, fascinated by World War II. He is adventurous, lonely and determined. He flies his grandfather's P51 Mustang and dreams of replicating famous fighter pilots. Struggling to find friends, he is often isolated. A mysterious storm transports him to an unknown world where dragons exist. There he meets Hiccup, Astrid and other peculiar beings, who accept him despite his confusion. He helps fight against dragon poachers, forming an unexpected bond with a young girl named Lyra.
Astrid
She is Hiccup's righthand woman and future wife. She is intelligent, bold and protective. Astrid helps the pilot when he collapses due to injury and shows curiosity about his mysterious plane. She joins the battles against dragon poachers and stands by the pilot's side, often questioning him about his past. Though she initially doubts his stories, she develops a bond with him through shared experiences. Her loyalty to Hiccup and her village makes her a vital ally in their fight against poaching.
Gobber
He is a blacksmith on the Isle of Berk and friend to Hiccup. He is gruff, skilled and loyal. Gobber helps repair the pilot's plane and provides essential tools for battles against dragon poachers. His gruff demeanor hides underlying warmth towards those he respects, including the mysterious pilot whom he assists without question. Gobber plays a vital role in supporting the fight against poaching with his craftsmanship.
I bank my plane to the left, the roar of the engine echoing through the small cockpit.
My P51 Mustang rumbles and vibrates beneath me, shaking my butt in the seat.
It’s a hell of a lot of fun to fly.
I level out and check my instruments.
All good.
I glance out the window to see the ground far below me, patchwork fields and forests in the distance.
I love flying.
It’s one of my favorite things to do.
Well, besides reading about history.
Especially World War II.
I know a lot about the war.
About planes and fighter pilots, and battles won and lost.
My friends all think I’m weird, which is why I don’t have any friends.
Not even a girlfriend.
I don’t really care, though.
I mean, what’s the point of having friends if they just think you’re strange?
Strange:
that’s what they call me.
Strange to be interested in something that happened over seventy years ago.
They just don’t get it.
And they never will.
Because history is cool.
Especially when it comes to fighter planes like my grandfather used to fly.
That’s why I’m flying his P51 Mustang right now.
It’s a replica, but an exact one of the real thing.
My grandfather had it built for himself before he died.
I grip the control stick a little tighter, feeling the familiar weight of my grandfather’s leather flying gloves.
The altimeter needle spins counterclockwise as I push the nose down.
The engine’s pitch changes, growing higher and more urgent.
Fields blur into green streaks below as the airspeed indicator climbs past 300 knots.
The stick vibrates in my hand, and the whole airframe shudders.
My heart pounds faster, matching the increasing whine of the Merlin engine.
A grin spreads across my face as I watch the horizon tilt upward through the canopy.
The P51 responds perfectly, just like in all those combat reports I’ve read.
"Hey, kid, you sure you know what you're doing up there?" crackles a voice over the radio, startling me from my reverie.
"Relax, Uncle Joe, I've read every manual and watched every tape; I could fly this thing in my sleep," I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel.
"Well, your grandfather didn't just leave you this plane; he left you a mission, and it's time you knew what it is."
Uncle Joe's voice crackles and fades, like the radio is having trouble.
I glance at the instruments, but they all seem normal.
Then I look out the window, and my heart skips a beat.
Dark clouds have appeared ahead, and they’re spreading fast.
Too fast.
I pull back on the stick to climb above them, but it’s too late.
The plane shudders violently as it hits turbulence.
The controls fight against my hands, and rain pounds against the cockpit glass like a thousand tiny drums.
Lightning flashes, blinding me for a second.
When my vision clears, I see the instruments spinning wildly, like they’re possessed.
The altimeter needle drops even though I’m pulling up on the stick with all my strength.
The engine sputters and coughs, like it’s choking on something.
I glance out the window again, hoping to see a break in the clouds, but there’s nothing but gray swirling chaos. I feel a jolt of fear as I realize I’ve lost control of the plane.
It’s spiraling down into the storm, and I’m powerless to stop it.
My stomach lurches as the g-forces push me into my seat.
I strain against them, trying to move my arms and legs, but it’s no use.
The plane is flying itself now, and I’m just along for the ride.
Through breaks in the clouds, I see things that can’t be real: coastlines where there should be fields; mountains where there should be flat plains; cities where there should be forests.
And then there are strange contrails in the sky—contrails that look nothing like what my plane would leave behind.
