A/N: I've been watching a lot of detective and crime shows, but in this fanfiction, the our favourite characters will be on the other side of the law, and you'll be following the story of Hiccup making his way to the top of the crime life in LA. But that does mean going into competition with people who know that he has a target on his back.

I put this as an M Rated story since there will be talks of drugs, sex, guns ... the lot. And I wasn't sure if I could post it as T Rated. So if I can, please tell me, or I'll leave it just as it is, which means access to sexual situations between many characters.

000

It was another night in the city of LA. A city of lights, ambition, opportunity and a city famous for its night life. You had to be a movie star, politician, rich businessman or mob boss to get into such clubs. The latter was, usually, how people gained access to them. Connections with gangs such as the Berserkers or Meatheads gave you street-cred and respect among your people. But no group was more respected and more feared than Berk's Hairy Hooligans. They were a gang that specialized from drugs to gun trade, to money laundering and blackmailing. Their base was Berk County, a forty minute drive from their stomping grounds in LA.

Stoick the Vast was the man in charge of the County. It had to be hard managing an entire County while heading one of the most successful gangs in LA; but it wasn't for Stoick. In fact, things had become easier when he kicked his only son out. It was hard, but he had no choice. In fact, if he didn't, his second in command was going to kill him. And he wouldn't be able to sleep well, knowing that the two people he ever cared about were buried.

That's right. His wife had gone missing during a raid by rival gang members over twenty years ago and he's never heard a word from her since. He could only assume she's dead since the people who attacked him made no ransom demands and if she had escaped, she didn't make any attempt to contact him. But that was in the past now. He missed wife every single day, but he knew he couldn't change the past. He could only focus on keeping his business and gang strong and that meant keeping his head in the game and making sure every sale, every purchase and every threat was done efficiently and quietly as possible.

He had lost contact with his son ever since he kicked him out. He did it in such a harsh way too. But he had to make sure Hiccup took no risks in trying to come back to them since he knew they would kill him on sight if they saw him. Hiccup might have been a major screw-up, but he was still his son. He was going to pass down the business to him one day when it was time to retire. Now he was preparing his nephew, Scott Jorgenson ( a.k.a Snotlout), for the role. The nineteen year old had some of the makings of a good leader. He was hard-headed, stubborn and strong. Not afraid to make tough decisions. The downside was that he wasn't the sharpest knife in the crate. Money and girls were his weakness; the latter, for sure, would be his downfall. That's why he always had an adviser with him at all times, to make sure he didn't do anything stupid.

There were others coming up in his ranks as well. The Thorston Twins were usually the getaway drivers in drive-by shootings, they also worked as hired muscle. Most deals went okay with them around since the people were absolutely terrified of them. They were unpredictable which made them valuable assets, but sometimes liabilities. They also knew their guns and had certain contacts to get any merchandise the Hooligans needed.

Then there was Frederick 'Fishlegs' Norton. He was undoubtedly the brains behind the youngsters. He did the research on the buyers and sellers they deal with and makes sure their profits go in the right areas. If you needed to hack into a bank account or disappear, he was the guy you talked to as well. He never really saw action out in LA. He wasn't the type for it. The one time he joined his group on a deal was in a fish market where the sellers decided to double cross them. They stood their ground and fought, and won, but he had earned his nickname there after slipping so many times on fish heads, guts and tails. The name just stuck.

Finally, there was Astrid Hofferson. She was a real femme-fatale. Incredibly beautiful, sexy; he golden hair tied into a braid, hanging off her left shoulder. Usually dressed herself in tight blue jeans, a black tank top, a leather jacket that ended at her chest and black combat boots. She was fast, clean and straight to the point. She made sure that the people she negotiated with had their eyes on hers and no other part of her body, otherwise they'd lose something very important. Stoick trusted her decisions in the field and she took great pride in that.

All of them played a key role in the Hooligans. All held respectable positions. All were the future of the Hooligans and so far, it was looking good. Unfortunately, their is such a thing of the prodigal son returning ... and it isn't necessarily for the better.

000

"Did you get the dope?" Ripper asked the three black men on the other side of the table. It was another hot day in downtown LA, with a blistering thirty two Celsius on the radio. Ripper and Hiccup had arranged a buy in one of the old apartment buildings; which happened to be in the 'not so nice' area of LA. Which meant it would be normal if the residents heard gunshots if things were to go wrong.

"Yeah, it's all here" one of the men said, pulling out a transparent package of a white powder in it. "One kilo of pure heroin. That'll be a 100k now, gentlemen" he said, placing it on the table. "But let me see the money first" he said.

"Come on man. That wasn't part of the plan" Ripper said.

"I'm sorry. But I need to know if the money is real or not. Can't be too careful with all the other gangs going on around here" he said. "We're just trying to make a name for ourselves."

"Just show him the brief case, Ripper" Hiccup called from behind him. Ripper gave a hard stare to the representative in front of him before pulling up the case in his hand and placing it on the table. He flipped the locks, opened it and turned it towards the three men.

"A 100k right there, gentlemen. Now, let me see the merchandise" Ripper said, taking the package from the man, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a switchblade. He made a small cut before pulling taking some a minuscule amount and tasting it. "Something's off" he said, placing the package back down. This grabbed the attention of the three men, who already had the brief case of one hundred thousand dollars on their side of the table.

"Does it need to be verified?" Hiccup asked, getting up and bringing in his duffel bag. Ripper nodded in confirmation, looking up to make sure the others didn't make any sudden movements. Hiccup stood beside him, placed the duffel down and pulled out a machine. The main guy looked at it and knew exactly what it was. It was a machine used by many pharmaceutical companies when testing the purity of drugs. Hiccup took a sample from the package and began running it in the machine. "We'll find it soon enough how much that package is worth" he said. He wasn't going to be robbed by some wannabe gangsters.

"I'm telling you man. That shit is the real deal" the guy said, clearly getting anxious.

"Sorry, but I like a second opinion from this baby" Hiccup said, patting the machine lightly. The three men looked at each other. They knew once the result came that they would be busted. A beep from the machine confirmed their fears when they saw Hiccup's facial expressions look like one of surprise and frustration.

"What is it?" Ripper asked, reaching for his gun that he kept at his back, underneath the suit he was wearing.

"It's only three percent pure" Hiccup said, looking up at his partner. At that moment, the three sellers pulled out their pistols and aimed at the two of them.

"What the Hel is this!? We come prepared to pay you 100k and you just look to cheat us with this crap?!" Ripper asked, putting his hands up while Hiccup kept his hands on the table near the machine.

"Business is tough, man. We do what we can without trying to get into the firing line of the bigger fish" he said.

"You'll never make the big leagues. Small fish like you will be gobbled up by the Outcasts, Berserkers, Meatheads; Hel, you name it. In fact, you'd be riddled with bullets if you tried to scam Stoick" said Ripper.

"And what makes you two think that you have a shot at making a name for yourselves? You think we don't know who you are?" he asked, aiming the gun at Hiccup. "Your Stoick's boy ... or was his boy. Now you have a target on your head. A target worth 75k if we bring you back to them. Now, here's what I'm thinking ... you guys leave the 100k with us, and we let you go" he suggested.

"Sorry, but that ain't happening" said Hiccup with an emotionless face.

"You're not in a position to make demands boy! We're not scared of some failure who's trying to make poppy love him again" the man said.

"Who said I was trying to make him love me?" he asked. At that moment, Hiccup threw the package of heroin onto the floor, catching the attention of all the men in the room for two seconds ... and that was all Ripper needed. His hand flew to his back, pulled out a Colt Mk. V, or better known as a King Cobra and fired a shot at each of the men. Due to failed meetings in the past, he had taken the liberty to fix a silencer to avoid any unwanted confrontations with the law or any other resident in the house who had ties to other gangs.

With the confusion, the main man didn't have time to register what was going on. He looked to his friends, only to see them on the ground with a bullet hole over their heart. He looked back to Ripper only to meet the same fate. Another meeting gone wrong.

"We should really start wearing masks. Just so they don't know who you are" Ripper commented as he walked up to the body to retrieve their case of money.

"Just another perk of being the son of the most feared crime boss on this side of California" Hiccup casually spoke. He was starting to become extremely annoyed at how many small time buyers and sellers were trying to turn him in. It meant that he and Ripper got no where in their climb up the ladder. If the deal had gone smoothly, and if the men had brought at least forty percent pure heroin, then they could have got into business with them; finally having a supplier. But no, they had to try and cheat them with fake dope.

Ripper grabbed the guns off the dead men and placed them in the duffel bag Hiccup brought his machine in. He wasn't just going to leave them lying around. If the drug business couldn't work, they could try the guns department. And pistols were a best bet as any to start with. "Three more pistols. You know, people might think we're serious with the guns" he said.

"When in truth they just represent the our failure of trying to get into the drug business" his partner said, looking at the package that had powder strewn from it on the floor.

"Come on. Don't want any tenants to discover us with them" Ripper said, walking past Hiccup and opening the door for him. Hiccup gave one last look to their sellers, before grabbing the bag, and walking out, with Ripper closing the door behind them and following him. The two walked out into the busy streets, Ripper tucking his gun back into its place and the two of them looking as casual as the person who just walked past them ... well, as casual can be.

Hiccup opened the trunk of his 1967 Shelby GT500, placed the duffel in there with a thud and walked to the driver's door. "You should get a more discreet car, you know? I know there other 1967 Shelby's going around town, but not as much as Toyota Prius" Ripper said with a laugh.

"This is a car I got okay. I'm not going to sell it"

"A birthday gift when you turned fifteen from your father, and I didn't say sell it. We can steal some other car, make sure no tracking device is on it, you disable it with all your tech skills, and boom ... you have your second car and you're only twenty" he said as the engine rumbled to life.

"What about you? I'm not going to drive you around since it's dangerous enough for me as it is. And we don't want people to think we're working together, now do we? That just means more heat on you" Hiccup brought in as he pulled away from the curb. Their destination was their small apartment on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't any sort of building like in Downtown LA, Crestwood Hills, Holmby Hills, Hollywood and so on. It was just a place to lay low and not attract too much attention. They didn't need that right now.

Hel, they probably had about twenty guys after them from killing small time buyers and sellers who tried to cheat them, then try and make them a deal of having the money or drugs and letting Hiccup go. Ripper always made sure they answered to the barrel of his gun. It was a twenty minute drive from where they were; a large light, yellow building with the paint fading as fast as people ripping off customers in the city. There were known gang members living in the building but not from the Berserkers, Meatheads, Bog Burglars and definitely not the Hooligans since most of them resided in Berk County.

They lived on the fourth floor. Since that was one of the few taller buildings in the area, they had a decent view of the LA's famous skyline, which was in a class of its own during the night. Hiccup dropped the back on the couch and while Ripper made himself comfortable on the recliner.

"How about I go and do the deals while you wait in the car?" he suggested as Hiccup handed him a beer.

"Remember last time what happened when I let you do a deal alone?" Hiccup asked, looking over a few takeout menus they kept.

"How was I supposed to know they'd try and gang up on me?"

"Everyone knows that" Hiccup replied. "You go in by yourself while they're four other guys in there ... with guns ... and you try and be all high and mighty. Chinese tonight?"

"You know it ... but come on. They heard about me and how I can clear a room out" Ripped said in defense. He was right about that. Ripper was one of the best 'clean shots' in LA; maybe even California. That's how he took down the three men earlier so efficiently and quickly. A single bullet to the heart.

"Well it's your fault for not expecting them to try and tip the deal in their favour."

"You should really learn to keep your gun with you, you know that right?" he asked.

"I don't like the thing. A constant reminder that something might go wrong" Hiccup said as he took his phone and dialed the number of the restaurant.

"What do you think has happened over the past five deals?" Ripper exclaimed. "You need to bring your gun. Don't think of it as a beacon of attention. Think of it as 'I'll have your back if shit goes down'."

"Ah yes, Hello?" he asked, through to the takeout guy. "Yes I'd like to make an order for two medium fried rice, your famous sizzling beef, chicken cashew and spring rolls. That's it. Thank you" he hung up. "Meal will be here in half an hour" he said, placing is phone down. "And getting back to you on that, if they see I have a gun, they'll argue that it was in self-defense and shoot me. Besides, I'm not good with a gun and you know that" he said, walking up to the coffee table, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on.

"Which is why I've offered to help teach you. We can go to the junkyard and I'll help train you. Trust me, Hiccup. It'll come in handy if I'm not there to cover your arse" he said laughing.

"You're not leaving me, are you Ripper?"

"You won't survive ten seconds without me" he said as they brought their beers together.

"You're a true friend" Hiccup said as he took a swing of his beer.

"Hey, we need all the friends we can get in this line of work" he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"And four years ago, I thought family was supposed to be the best kind of support" he said. Ripper knew where he was going with this.

"Let it go, dude. You've moved on from them. Might not be living the life like you used to, but we'll get there. Don't you worry about it" Ripper tried to cheer him up. He saw Hiccup staring at the now, dusk skyline of LA, his heads clearly filled with someone he knew and loved teasing about. "So, get in touch with your girlfriend?" He smiled when Hiccup looked back at him with a 'Are you serious?' expression. "You're the one staring off into the skyline with a look of longing, not me."

"No. I'm not thinking about her" was all Hiccup said before returning his attention back to the TV.

"You know that is a load of crap. Have you tried to get in touch with her at all?"

"No! I cut off all my ties when they kicked me out. Besides, it's not like she ever paid any attention to me then. And would have changed now?" he asked. He didn't like it all when Ripper talked about her. "Why can't you just drop it? You know very well I haven't tried to get in contact with her, and if I did, she would report it to my father"

"I heard she's coming up in the ranks of the Hooligans. Oh, I also heard she dumped her boyfriend" he said.

"Eret? Why would she dump him? I mean he has the looks, his bulging muscles, tattoo on the chin; girls go crazy when they see him. I bet he's slept with every girl from the gang and..." Hiccup stopped his rant when he saw Ripper, out of the corner of his eye, shooting him a sly smirk.

"I never said what the boyfriend's name was" he said. Hiccup slapped his forehead hard. He just walked into that trap. "And you're wrong. She never slept with him" he said.

"How do you know?" asked Hiccup.

"Think about it, man. Astrid was only dating him for about five months. She definitely had make-out sessions with him, but sex - no."

"And what makes you so sure?"

"Astrid would have her group of friends about it. And I happen to know a girl from that group. And before you ask, no she's not with the Hooligans. She's a waitress at the APPLE, you know that extremely exclusive club that the Hooligans hang out at? Of course you know. So yeah, she's seen them kiss, but Astrid's never told her about having sex with him."

"She doesn't have to tell anyone, you know? She could just keep it between her and Eret" Hiccup didn't seem convinced.

"But she told me that that's why she broke up with him ... because he wanted have sex with her and she felt she wasn't ready. Believe you me, I wouldn't be telling you this if it meant your heart would be crushed at the knowledge of her having sex" Ripper said.

"Okay ... but that still doesn't mean I'm going to try and talk to her" he added.

"Fair enough" replied Ripper. "Oh, Game of Thrones is on! Hush now!" he said, as he turned his full attention to the TV, as did Hiccup.

Yep, another ordinary day for in LA.