=Normal POV=
(Sunnudgr, Harpa; Morning)
(Berk; Haddock Hut)

The home of Hiccup and Brenna Haddock was quiet other than the sounds of Brenna's cries. It started as whimpers, then graduated to sobbing, back to crying, and now whimpers. There was also sniffling and coughing included. Hiccup just held his wife the entire time, rubbing her back and trying to soothe the best he was able. While everyone else was confused as to why Brenna was so upset, Hiccup knew and felt helpless to ease the pain she felt of knowing they went to bed ready to tell everyone Brenna was pregnant and woke up learning that their child was gone. Hiccup knew Brenna wasn't alright, though she tried to pretend that she would be if she stayed busy. No, Hiccup didn't care what was expected of a wife in their traditions or whatever; everyone should be allowed to be upset, mourn, and take some time to recover. If anyone wanted to fight Hiccup on that; he would be sure to shut them down.

A lot of things were going to change when he became Chief, but right now; the only thing he needed to be was a husband to Brenna. At the moment, she was still shaking in his arms and trying to calm down. Hiccup knew he had to say something to her, but he wasn't sure what he could tell Brenna that would help. Regardless; he knew she needed something, anything for comfort. Brenna pulled away, trying to wipe her eyes.

"I'm gonna go lay down for a bit…" Brenna said softly.

"Go on. I'll handle this…If you need me?" Hiccup replied.

Brenna nodded. "I'll call," Hiccup leaned in and kissed her lightly. Brenna returned it before headed past everyone and going upstairs to hers and Hiccup's room.

"So…?" Brynjar started.

"Oh, my Gods, stop…It's no one's business but mine and Brenna's…" Hiccup rolled his eyes.

"Hiccup, enough with the eye-rolling and sarcasm…Just tell us what happened?" Stoick ordered.

"What goes on in this house between my wife and me is no concern of yours or anyone else's, Dad," Hiccup stated.

"Hiccup…Please? I don't like seeing my daughter so upset…" Mildri inquired gently with worry. Of course, Hiccup couldn't knock that.

Hiccup sighed heavily. "Oh, I already feel the headache forming…" Finally, he looked back down from the ceiling. "We lost the baby,"

"What?!" they all shouted.

"She was-…" Stoick started.

"Yes, Dad. Brenna was pregnant…Keyword, WAS," Hiccup emphasized.

"That's why you ran out this morning, isn't it?" Lena frowned as Hiccup nodded.

"Brenna woke up in a lot of pain and bleeding pretty heavily. She felt too weak to walk to Gothi's hut, so I brought Gothi here to check her out, and we were told that Brenna was losing the baby," Hiccup informed gently.

"Oh, Hiccup…I'm so sorry…" Olivia said.

"How's Brenna handling it, aside from the obvious?" Ander wondered.

"The obvious, Ander…" Hiccup stated. "You saw,"

"How is she even up and moving right now?" Disa inquired.

"Vikings tend to tough things out; it's more emotional pain for Brenna than physical. She says it feels like she's starting her monthly cycle," Hiccup explained.

"She was only five weeks, wasn't she?" Thordia questioned as Hiccup nodded.

"I understand none of what you're talking about, Hiccup," Stoick interjected.

"I told you; I learned a lot outside of the Archipelago. There's a whole other world past the boundaries; it's all the same stuff you know, there are just other terms for it. Brenna was a month and one week pregnant, so since a month is typically considered four weeks, add one more and you get five weeks," Hiccup said.

"When was she pregnant, why didn't you say anything!" Stoick demanded.

"First of all; we only just learned last week when she was sick. Brenna conceived on our wedding night, go figure," Hiccup crossed his arms over his chest.

"Nice work, got it on the first-," Eret started.

"Finish that sentence, and I will knock you out…Brenna and I weren't trying. Hell, we haven't even done it since the wedding night. Anyway…So she was sick last week; we decided to see Gothi, who said Brenna was pregnant. We took some time to settle with it, and talk before making the announcement. We were gonna do it tonight for the Summer Celebration…But now…That's not happening as she's lost the baby," Hiccup explained.

"My poor baby…" Mildri said sadly.

"Hey, it's alright, Hiccup," Dahlia said lightly. "Give it a little time to pass, let her recover, and then you can always try again,"

"I know. But like I said; we weren't trying in the first place, just happened to work out that she was fertile when we had sex," Hiccup stated. "We agreed a few days ago that a lot had been happening kind of fast, so now, we can both better plan her having a baby. Things are crazy right now with me training to be Chief, being a good husband, working in the forge, and…Well, you twelve already know that other thing we're handling,"

The twelve nodded. "Are we going to learn about that thing?" Stoick asked.

"Eventually," Hiccup informed. "For now, you need not concern yourself with it, Dad,"

"Hi-Hiccup?" Brenna asked.

"Yeah?" Hiccup replied.

"Have you told them?..." Brenna wondered.

"I did. Why?" Hiccup inquired.

"S-So I can come back down and finish the housework…I can't rest if the bed isn't done…" Brenna came down the stairs, entering the main area.

"I told you that I would take care of the bed, Bren," Hiccup reminded.

"It's my job," Brenna sighed.

"No, it is not. Not today," Hiccup said. "I will take care of the house; you sit down, and take it easy. Let your husband take care of you," he insisted.

"Hiccup, it is woman's work to tend to the house," Stoick stated. "Your job is-,"

"Taking care of my wife, Father," Hiccup cut him off, staring coldly. "Go ahead and spout of that the village is my job, but it's not. It is YOUR job because you are the Chief. I'm not the Chief of this Tribe right now, you are. All I am is your Heir and Brenna's husband. That is my current status in this Tribe," Stoick looked at his son surprised.

"It's not how things work, Hiccup. When are you going to get that? This is why I say you aren't ready and need more training…" Stoick sighed.

Hiccup paused a moment. "You think I'm not ready to be Chief because I believe in being a husband who takes care of his wife when she needs help due to injury or loss? Because…I feel that my wife has the right to be upset and mourn the baby we just learned about last week and lost this morning? You think I'm not ready because…I have a heart and care?" Hiccup asked. "Man, I can see why mom didn't want to come back," he added as Stoick's eyes widened.

"What?" Stoick asked quickly as Hiccup's words. "What did you just say?"

"I can see why my mom didn't want to come back," Hiccup repeated.

"Your mother was taken and killed by dragons," Stoick remarked.

"Taken, yes. But she's alive; I've met her," Hiccup stated.

"Hiccup, there's no way she's alive. Whoever you met was an imposter; your mother is dead…" Stoick said firmly.

"You think so?" Hiccup challenged as Stoick tensed a moment. Hiccup grabbed his notebook, flipping to a free page; then grabbing his pencil and sitting on the couch. "Long hair, lighter than mine, with three braids going down her back. Blue/green eyes, about thirty-eight years old…A slim figure like me, soft skin…Wearing a slim, red belt with a faded, goldcrest of the Hooligan Tribe. A brown, fur wrapping across her body," Hiccup listed off while sketching as Stoick's breathing hitched a bit.

"Fully aware of who I was by the scar on my chin, caused from the large dragon with four wings and an owl-looking face, colors of brown, off-white, orange, little blue…Yellow eyes. Knowing that she was taken by a dragon when I was just a baby. That the house was on fire and you were standing at the edge of the home holding me as she was carried off, yelling your name as she got farther and farther away…And knowing it's been eighteen years since she last saw her only son, Hiccup, and husband, Stoick the Vast, Chief of Berk," Hiccup set the pencil down.

"Mom is alive, Dad. I've seen and met her. Look at that picture of her, and tell me otherwise…" Hiccup handed his father the notebook now. Stoick stumbled back a bit at the drawing, his body shaking. "Now, while you stand there and take in that your wife is alive, why don't you also try to remember that you let Spitelout and your council run Berk while you searched endlessly to find and bring mom home. You abandoned everything to look for her. Remember that you would have done anything for her…" he stated as Stoick ended up sitting down, staring at the drawing his son had done of his beloved wife. It was perfect, and there was no way Hiccup could have done this unless he was telling the truth.

Hiccup crossed his arms over his chest. "You weren't supposed to know she's alive; I was asked to keep quiet, but hearing how you're talking, suggesting that I abandon my wife over anything when you wouldn't do the same? No, sorry. I don't deal in hypocrisy. That is the act of saying one thing and doing another," Hiccup took the notebook away. "Now, do I have your attention?"

"Yes…" Stoick managed.

"Good. With me as Chief, Brenna would still be my Chieftess and member of the Hooligan Tribe, which by default means that the Chief takes care of his Tribe members. So I would still be taking care of her Chief or not. A Chief delegates his duties, prioritizing them to who needs him more than others but still getting what needs to be done that day done. A Chief's job is to his people. And no job is too big or too small. Right now, my priority is my wife; my job is to be a good husband and be there when my wife needs me, and the job of a little housework, so she can recover while she's in pain and suffering the loss of our baby, is what needs to be done," Hiccup informed.

"I don't care what the rules, traditions, or expectations are right now, Dad. This is a marriage, and it should not be identified that the woman does the woman's work and the man does the man's work. Brenna is more than capable of doing everything I can, as I can do what she is able. Marriage is 100% from both people, putting their all into everything they do together. So you all can continue to live that way if you like, but I won't. I don't do things the Viking way; I do things my way. I'm not like you, and I'm never going to be, Dad," Hiccup continued.

"I don't need to train every single day; I got it. Remember, I spent most of my existence thus far being bullied or entirely ignored. I've read the laws and traditions book out of sheer boredom several times. I can get through the whole thing in a few hours now. I know how to handle a raid without the use of violence. I know how to fight to protect myself and others. I know how to make and fix every kind of weapon we use, and I've invented new ones with a stronger and lighter metal. I've watched you be Chief for years without you ever knowing how much I've learned just by watching. I've managed all this without you, Dad, because you were never around for me. Everything you did was for the Tribe after mom was taken. So much so that you ended up abandoning me…You let yourself go so much that you forgot what it's like to be happy and have a family…" Hiccup remarked.

"I know I will be Chief one day, Dad. But unless you plan on making me Chief right this moment; then my job is to take care of my wife as a man should…" Hiccup grabbed the notebook again, giving it back to his father. "As you would if your wife wasn't taken and still here. As you would because you'd do anything for her, and I'm betting now that you know the truth; you're willing to up and leave to find her…So, Dad…Don't tell me to neglect my duties as a husband. And don't tell me how to be a husband," Hiccup patted his father's back. "Because, and this is gonna be cold and heartless for me to say, but it needs to be said…At least my wife wants to be around me. Yours got taken by a dragon, lived, and decided not to come back because she knew you'd never change,"

Hiccup stepped back from him; the room was silent. "You're welcome to continue sitting there in shock that your wife is alive and chose not to return because of your inability to care or change. I know how the world works, Dad…That's why I don't do things your way. I understood last week when my wife came to me and said she didn't feel like I wanted to be married to her what it means to change yourself before you lose yourself and everything you hold dear. I swore that I would not allow my wife and future children ever to feel that I didn't want them, or that they weren't wanted. I will make sure they know they take priority in my life, and when they need me…I will be there for them," Hiccup stated.

"I know how to be Chief, but if you believe I need more training; then fine. Whatever, that's your decision, and I won't argue with you about it. But right now, my wife needs me more, so my attention and time belong to her. When I become available again; I will let you know. In the meantime, if you don't mind; I have work to do," Hiccup informed. "Milady, please…Take a seat and rest. I will handle everything," Hiccup kissed her cheek lightly before he headed upstairs. Once in his room; he took a breath. I'll apologize later, but it needed to be said no matter how much it wasn't like me to say. I'll let him sit with it for now, and then I'm sure he'll hesitantly ask more. But for now; he can think about what I said.