New story! This is gonna be fun. This is actually a story that I made quite awhile ago, before I actually knew how to write. Since people kinda liked it i'm gonna do it again, enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my OCs and the story. Dreamworks own the people of Berk and that sort of thing.

Captain Hiccup Haddock III

USAAF

Skies over east Germany

May 7, 1944

"Crap!" Our navigator yelled into his headset, snapping a pencil with his meaty hands.

"What is it, Fishlegs?" I said, pulling on the yoke slightly as our plane, a B-17G, hit some turbulence (How else was I going to tell you what plane they where flying?).

"I've lost our position on the map." He stated simply, waiting for the wrath of my co-pilot.

"What?!" The co-pilot, Astrid, said as she leaned to look down the small pathway at Fishlegs, who looked frightened by the glare he was giving her.

"Wait," The top turret gunner, Aaron, started over the headset, "Has Fishlegs finally gotten lost?"

"Pfft," Snotlout, the ball turret gunner, answered, "I wouldn't have gotten lost."

"Of course you wouldn't," I said, looking out the cockpit windows for the rest of the flight group, "Do any of you have visual on the flight group?"

"Nope!" The waist gunners, Tuffnut and Ruffnut, cried in unison. After a whole chorus of "No"'s and a "Disk!" from Tuffnut, Hiccup started to worry, as did Astrid and Fishlegs, and the few other crew members that were sane. Lost over Germany. Well, as Fishlegs put it: Crap.

"Hey, Uno-?" Hiccup started, before 'Uno' cut him off.

"You know my name is Dean!"

"Yeah," Hiccup tried again, "You got contact with the other planes?" (Dean is the radio operator, by the way.)

"I got absolutely nothing." He said, "There is too much static."

"Disk!" Tuffnut said again

"Stop, Tuffnut, we're trying to think!" Astrid almost yelled. He was so annoying.

"How are we gonna fix this..." Fishlegs wondered out loud.

"Uhh, guys?" Sam, the tail gunner, said.

"What?" The bombardier, Jacob, pratically yelled this time

"Like I said, DISK!" Tuffnut screamed

There was a slight bustling sound on the headset, then Ruffnut yelled, "Big black disk!"

"What?" I asked, turning to look down the aisle towards the middle of the plane, where Ruffnut was on the same side as Tuffnut, on the right.

"Get us out of here!" Sam screamed, Aaron saying the same thing, and I moved the throttle to full, terrified. The plane lurched forward.

"Its getting closer!" Aaron yelled.

"And its getting bigger!" Sam screamed again. Astrid looked out her window, and she screamed too.

"Faster! Faster-Faster-Faster!" She panicked, holding the throttle as high as it will go. I held the yoke with a white knuckled grip.

The plane started to vibrate, and Sam screamed, before her radio went to static. The same happened to the twins, then Snotlout, moving until it consumed the plane.