Here's a little something from my tumblr (which is a secret until my friend leaves my gmail alone and stops blackmailing me, if you're wondering) that I thought would be cool on Fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I don't own HTTYD.

Two years.

Hiccup thought as he turned a corner, his keen eyes scanning rooftops and alleyways for potential snipers. His footfalls pounded in his ears as unseen men surrounded Hiccup at all angles.

Two years that he had been living on the run, under the radar, moving from town to town and from country to country were ruined –all because of a simple mistake.

Computer, identification –everything he had worked for with his new cover had needed to be destroyed.

Self-experimentation was a really stupid idea.

The streets were empty at the time of night, and, despite the darkness of the dimly lit streets, Hiccup could feel the piercing gaze of soldiers on his back. But he couldn't run –no, Hiccup had to keep his heart-rate under control.

The Agency's men would be on Hiccup at any second.

Hiccup had seen the large van a mile away from his tiny apartment -a black van that just screamed government. He had jumped from the window just in the nick of time, as a dozen agents burst into his apartment.

Speeding up for a few moments, Hiccup's mind raced as he just barely avoided an agent's line of sight. He needed to escape, he needed to get back home, he needed to see Astrid again… he just needed to buy some time.

Deftly, Hiccup weaved through empty streets, opting to stay in the less-populated side of town and away from street security cameras.

He continued his getaway at a brisk pace, hoping that just maybe he had evaded the agents. Hiccup's body surged with an increasing rush of adrenaline, and, quickly, he moved further into the night, where up around a corner was a dead end.

Hiccup froze, his heart pounding in his chest with a familiar thrumming. He couldn't panic –he could just turn around; Hiccup just needed to stay perfectly, perfectly calm –he needed to be in control.

He just needed to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. In…

Hiccup was slammed into a wall by an unseen force.

"Vel, vel…" Dread welled in his gut, as Hiccup was backed into the bricks by a large man with black hair, a deranged smirk crossing the thug's face. Several other muggers flanked Hiccup, standing side-by-side with their leader.

Hiccup raised his arm, holding it in front of his attackers while checking the number that his heart-rate monitor read with trepidation.

186.

The thrumming in Hiccup's chest turned into a pounding, as he carefully moved into a defensive posture. Not here.

With lightning speed, the blade of a knife was brought into Hiccup's proximity, as the leader of the thugs instantly became serious. "Hånden over kontanter, nå!"

The strike team was closing in on him. Though, they would be the least of his problems if he couldn't get out of the alleyway soon.

"No-no," Hiccup stuttered in his native tongue and then continued. "Jeg trenger å komme ut herfra."

The leader frowned, and, as fast as his expression changed, he quickly slashed his blade across his victim's arm. Hiccup hissed in pain, looking behind them sporadically for any movement. Flashes of black moved in the night.

"Vær så snill, trenger du ikke forstår…"

The men eyed him with contempt. Another man –one with a ring through his nose – stepped to the forefront of the confrontation and drove his fist into Hiccup's ribs.

Laughs resounded throughout the alleyway.

That blow and a nod from the leader were all the other men needed as a cue to take a hit at Hiccup themselves.

A cloud was forming in Hiccup's mind as each man threw a slew of kicks and punches at their prey. Each blow awakened a primitive, dangerous instinct in Hiccup's mind –one that was becoming stronger by the second.

It was happening. Already, Hiccup could feel the differences spreading like a virus.

Not good.

He just needed to stay calm and focus and breathe… In. Out –

The wind was knocked out of Hiccup as he fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.

His heart was racing, and, faintly, Hiccup could register the tell-tale stickiness of blood that was dribbling down his face. The world was becoming a blur, the thugs standing over him moving liquidly around like grey blobs in his vision. The pounding in his chest had turned into downright burning.

Hiccup groaned, the pain radiating through his body both inside and out; he could hear the group of thugs talking –jeering –but could not make out a word that they were saying.

Once more, Hiccup checked his monitor. From his place on the ground, he angled his arm towards his face. He was losing consciousness fast.

197, 198, 199…

The thug with the ring in his nose kicked Hiccup in the ribs once more.

200.

Hiccup's mind went blank, and an inhuman screech cut through the air.

The men behind the ring-nosed man paused, as the victim became hidden by the shadows. A cry of terror cut into the air as the man was pulled the darkness.

The operations team stormed into the alleyway, shoving through the crowd of thugs who slowly backed away from the scene. Weapons positioned every which way, the task force skillfully edged into the dead end.

Rifles and pistols at the ready, everyone stood still. A thick tension filled the air; not one person dared to speak, the only noise being a dull thump against the pavement. Warily, the agents at the front of the task force slinked forward, until a set of large, green eyes opened towards them and then disappeared, the figure hidden by the darkness.

The man with the ring in his nose flew over the crowd, landing over the crew of thugs who quickly ran away from the scene.

"Unknown hostile in the alleyway." a short soldier with black hair motioned his team back.

One soldier paid no heed to his commanding officer's orders, instantly charging at the shadows.

A piercing roar echoed through the streets, and the shape of the figure gained a sudden clarity. It jumped into action, clawing at anything it could reach.

It wasn't human.

"RETREAT!"

"There is an unknown hostile opening fire, and Mr. Haddock has escaped. I repeat, Mr. Haddock has escaped." The commanding officer ducked through his fellow soldiers, trying to lead the team to safety. The creature lunged at other soldiers with shrieks and growls, hissing as they began to open fire.

The commanding officer took his pistol out of his belt, watching with shock that bullets were bouncing off of the creature's armor-like coat of skin.

Carefully, he aimed at the figure's eyes…

And what could only be described as a giant, black lizard pinned him to the ground. The bullet hadn't hit its mark, but it succeeded in angering the reptile. The officer had just barely missed an eye.

Another slew of bullets bombarded the creature as it bared its teeth, prepared to finish the commanding officer. Its eyes narrowed into slits, turning its head toward the source of the fire –two snipers hid on top of a building with their rifles.

This distraction gave the commanding officer enough time to slip out from underneath the lizard. Hurriedly, he took cover behind a dumpster, reloading his pistol with the practiced and quick skills of any experienced soldier.

"Sergeant Jorgenson, do you read?"

Charging out into the open streets, the creature opened a pair of wings that were hidden by the night and leapt into the air.

"Sergeant Jorgenson, reporting, sir!" The commanding officer responded through an earpiece. "Our unit is under heavy fire; request for backup?"

"No, get your men back to headquarters immediately -Haddock is long gone."

A thick silence settled over the small area where the operations team was located, until, faintly, a whistling noise broke the silence. A large, and unmistakably lizard- like figure could be spotted with a keen eye.

"It's back!" The two snipers began to shout. An explosion rocked their building.

Yep, Haddock was long gone.

If you caught the book reference I slipped in here, then you rock!

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Here are the translations in order:

"Hand over the cash, now!"

"I need to get out of here!"

"Please, you don't understand!"