July 22, 2015: Edited this chapter. Fixed things and added on. Oh, and late happy b-day to (half) my Hiccstrid fankids Gunnar and Sorena (the twins). Enjoy it while you can brats, 'cause I'm making big changes to your timelines...

Disclaimer: HTTYD is owned by Dreamworks. I only own Liva/Liandra and the storyline. My friend owns Ruby/Rue.

Synopsis: "We're girls, we're thieves, and we have the most complicated lives ever." –Liva Luceson. Years ago, four girls disappeared from Berk. Now they're back, living under false identities and robbers who work for Alvin Teresino, or "Alvin the Treacherous", the very man who kidnapped them. Now, they're professional cat burglars, with numerous successful heists under their belts as 'The Night Flyers'. But they're in for a total shock when they move to Berk. Will everything fall apart? Mod-AU SxOC, HxA

Rated T because of (mainly Liva's) profanity.

Ch. 1 -Wrong Side of the Law-

Liva/Liendra POV

WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE, WE NEVER-

MEZAMETA KOKORO HA HASHIRIDASHITA-

UNDEAD! UUUUUUUNDEEEEEEEAAAAAAADD-

(Epical Dubstep)

Well, four radio alarms going off at the same time is certainly a shitty way to wake up. (But COME ON, HAYLEY, IT'S MADOKA MONDAY JESUS FUCKING CHRIST GIRL! What is with the Beethoven 5th we're not like, in The Farm or anything...) but seriously though, we have to sync our clocks sometime. We have to. For the sake of ALL our eardrums. "Ohhhhh…. my head is ringing… again. It's so AWESOME!" I groaned. Ramona always said that, right after- "WAKE UP! GOD, YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT! UGH!" –the morning "music". Now, after Tacierra Teresino's daily wake-up yell, we were all most efinitely awake. "Hey bitch, you can stop your ranting! We're AWAKE!" I snarled. "MOM! LIANDRA CALLED ME A BITCH AGAIN!" 'Muuum Liahhhndrahh cult mae a be-itch agin!' I mime over to Amanda as I get out of bed. We laugh a little before making our beds. (Goddamn, for a thirteen year-old girl, she can WHINE). "I personally don't see what the big deal is; you call Tacierra a bitch all the time. She should really just deal with it." Amanda said. "Well, get used to it, she probably won't stop." Rue griped. We all sighed and started getting ready for our day. We all dressed and took turns in the bathroom, then went downstairs before Alvin could get a chance to yell at us. If you haven't figured it out by now, we're not your normal family.

When we were really young, we were taken from our families. It happened during summer one day, when we were all around say, five. Our families were vacationing together on a cruise to somewhere, (I forgot where exactly it was, but it was pretty damn so I'd say anywhere around the equator is fair game at this point).

Anyway, us kids were playing hide-and-seek at one of the stops. There were ten to twelve of us, and while we were trying to find hiding places, we were kidnapped. One by one, in different locations, all strategically planned. Picked off like kindergarten-aged fish in a tropical barrel. All I remember was running to hide in a clump of trees (and preferably to climb a little one), and I heard Amanda- (uh, well, she was Astrid back then), running behind me, trying to lose Henry "Hiccup" Haddock (dubbed so because of a funny mishap with the hiccups one day in preschool) and "Snotlout" Scott Jorgenson (long story), who were the two boys tailing us, and all of a sudden, I ran right into someone. I heard Astrid stop short, and I felt a cloth over my nose, and now I don't remember anything after that.

I woke up in a mansion, with the other girls, surrounded by huge, hulking men (who, in retrospect, weren't that big, maybe around six feet, and not that big, but hey, six feet and a bit muscle-y totally makes you look like a fucking monster to a kindergartner). Alvin walked up to us, introduced himself, and told us what happened. He told us we were going to work for him for a while. When we tried to object, he lashed out, grabbed Raquelle's arm, and twisted it behind her back. She cried out in pain, and we immediately fell silent. From that day, we took on new identities, and have lived so ever since. Alvin let us pick our own names, us being his "adopted" children. (Ha, that's right. Adopted, but by force). We moved around a lot, learning new things, each of us specializing in a few. Different weapons, fighting styles, you name it; we were practically guaranteed to have at least one specific skill a girl. And weapons, you always need weapons for backup. Or two or three, 'cause you can't be too careful, right?

We were eleven when we pulled off our first successful robbery. We hit a bank, in the middle of the night. But beforehand, Amanda and I analyzed the bank's schematics. "Who knew banks had so many alarm systems!" Raquelle had said. "At least we aren't breaking into the White House, right?" I muttered. Well… it was easier than we all expected, and we made off with thirty thousand bucks, all from different branches, though, too much from one bank would cause suspicion. After "big" heists like that, we'd lie low for a bit. Two years after that, now we can lift practically anything and we always have five-fingered-discount tricks and good distractions on hand if we're in a bit of a jam… that Alvin set us up with, naturally. (Not gonna lie, though, I don't regret pinching that nice Versace biker jacket... and those snazzy Steve Madden boots...)

If you think that's challenging, then you should try balancing school with being a pro thief! (Ha, you can't, right?) That's what we thought at first, but… elementary school didn't dish out much work, looking back. Now, we're all going to middle school or "junior high" as Hayley calls it. (We think her parents are British). Next week, we'll be starting seventh grade at Bork Middle School, home of the Dragons, where, apparently, it was named after this Bork guy who founded the school and did a lot of studies on animals, but I still don't get why it's dragons. Maybe Bork had a lizard thing or whatever. Huh.

Well, today, we, the Night Flyers, would get a new assignment. So we all went downstairs to do so. "Good morning, girls." Jecelyn said. "Good morning!" Amanda replied. Jecelyn is Tacierra's mother. She's always nice to us, unlike Tacierra, and I think it's because she's also being kept against her will. Just then, Alvin walked into the room. "Girls, I have your new assignment!" he barked. We know, motherfucker, jeez... Tacierra was in her room, having learned early on that she wasn't allowed at these "meetings". Jecelyn closed the door and Alvin slapped down a stack of paper on the table. "Alright, this is the new assignment; you're going to steal… phials." Well, a bit dramatic today, huh Alvin? He unrolled a map. "This is the layout of Ingerman Labs. You'll be stealing phials containing 3T1-13R and 1LR0FM. Liandra, and Amanda will be Team 1, gathering 3T1-13R. Ramona, Rue you'll be Team 2, gathering the latter. Your jobs will be to collect five phials of your assigned chemical. And avoid capture at all costs. Now get to school, Steven will drive you all. NOW GO! Nobody hung around after that! We grabbed our backpacks and literally, shot out the door.

"Dammit!" I snarled as we all ran to school for the first day. Given that registration was also Orientation Day a week ago, we didn't (really) get lost. We were split into different homerooms though. Rue, Amanda and I were in Mr. Barrett's homeroom, Heather and Ramona were in Ms. Klein's homeroom. But before that, we had extended day classes and early study hall. As we approached BMS, we split into different directions, Amanda, Ramona and I to Study Hall in the Library,and Rue to Extended Day P.E. Amanda and I walked into the media center, which was empty except for a couple other students. I pulled the other two girls close and pointed out three boys, one a strong-looking brunette, the other a shorter, skinny redhead, and the last, a big, blond boy. "I can't put a finger on it but don't those three look familiar?" Amanda looked at them and said, "Huh… I guess you're right." We walked over to a corner table and set our backpacks down. I gasped in realization.

No way… it can't be THEM!

Alright here's a recap of important information*

They're all living under fake names so here's a tracking list (real, alias, classification)

-Astrid Hofferson- Amanda, Canon, *Movie*

-Liva Luceson- Liendra, OC, *Movie-verse*

-Raquelle 'Ruffnut' Thorston = Ramona, Canon *movie*

-Ruby Storm = Rue, *OC (my friend's)*

Hey, I'm DarkWinxGirl, but you can call me DWG. This is my first fanfic, so please, go easy on me... I would really appreciate it if you would review/give me pointers on how I'm doing, (I apologize for any mistakes) and I hope you enjoy this! Thanks for reading!

Up Next: Li has her suspicions on those three boys, but will "Amanda" and "Ramona" believe her? And we go through what starts off as a seemingly normal school day- well, seemingly being the key word now, of course...

It all started in 0 period Study Hall...