Well, the newest amount of stuff, and that's all I have for now. This is most likely the entire fourth month of Belle's pregnancy, but the next chapter will have a bit talking about this month, probably. ;) Enjoy!

The fourth month.

And my plans are in action.

The knife tip barely touches my fingertips as I chop up fish. Not even leaving a scratch.

Astrid and I are stuck at home, and I'm left to cook by myself. Dad will be here for dinner soon… And hopefully Rye and Hiccup will be back from whatever they said they were doing.

I put the salmon on the fire to cook and go sit down. I hang my head and stare at the bump. This baby, just five more months… But my eyes drift to my hair, it used to be a beautiful blonde. But the color is just at the tips and it has dulled and darkened and it's streaked with brown. So much change…

The stuff for the baby, I have a cradle. Hand crafted by Gobber and dad. And the rooms are being shifted, Rye is in with me, for now. He said he 'had' to have his own room during the last two months. So he could have a last bit of freedom…. Some custom this island he stayed on had. Whatever.

I stand up, have to get the fish. I put it on plates and pour drinks, and almost on cue the men of the family walk in. The usual routine starts. Stoick hangs up his helmet, Rye drops off his sword, and Hiccup removes his flight suit mask.

"I'll get Astrid." Hiccup says and heads for the stairs. With Astrid's brace and broken ribs, she relies on us to carry her places. She can go short distances, but flying, stairs, etc, are out of the question.

Hiccup thumps upstairs to their room, "How is my beautiful wife today?" He asks. Astrid blows her bangs out of her eyes, "Sore, and hungry." Hiccup laughs. "Are you sure you're not Belle? Sounds more like her." He replies. Astrid rolls her eyes but smiles.

Hiccup bends over the bed and slides his hands gently under her, avoiding her wounds as best as he can. He heaves her up and heads for the stairs.

I watch Hiccup gently place Astrid in her cushioned chair, for some reason I feel jealous of Astrid. Rye doesn't offer to carry me, Hiccup would, but Rye, I don't know.. I love him, but he is not like Hiccup.

We start eating and every once and a while I catch Hiccup and Rye looking at each other for some reason.

Hiccup clears the plates away then sits back down. Rye grabs something, I think, from a crate.

Hiccup stands and hands me a package. "We made this ourselves.. So you could have something special to wear." He says.

I open it up and finding a bright blood red fabric staring up at me. I pull it out and hold it up, a lovely dress, fit for a Valkyrie, unfolds before me.

"We got the dye from Johan, and made it extra big. So you can wear it for forever. And it ties with strings, so you can tie it to fit your size." Rye explains. I run my hands over the lovely redness, noticing messy stitching here and there, and spots where it is just a bit lighter than the rest.

"How did you know what size to make it?" I ask them. They laugh for a minute before Hiccup replies, "Well, you are around my size when not pregnant, so I went with that."

I laugh for a second and glance at the dress. "Okay, but how did you make it the correct large size? PLEASE don't tell me that you went up to a random pregnant woman and asked her if you could measure her!" I say. They laugh a bit, but it stops and awkwardly they reply. "We used Gobber as our model…"

We all laugh, the thought of Gobber wearing a red bodice makes me nearly choke on my water.

"Well thank you again, this is truly lovely." Hiccup smiles at me. "You're welcome Belle." He replies. We sit in peaceful silence, drinking water and mead at our delight. The silence is broken quickly though.

"Isabella, Belle is your nickname. And the gang has some to, like the twins are Ruff and Tuff, and there is Legs, Snotlout is to annoying to earn one. But what is everyone else's?" Rye asks me, but generally everyone replies

"Well, Stoick, is pretty simple, but I have been called 'Sto' before. It's really just my name without an 'ick' sound, but ridiculous for a chief." Dad says.

My opportunity for speech is open. "Right. And Hiccup, well... Everyone has always secretly teased him behind his back and called him 'Hiccy'... We just kept quiet."

Hiccup doesn't seem pleased at the thought of anyone calling him, Hiccy.

Rye laughs, "That is hilarious! I don't have any nicknames, because Rye can't be shortened anymore-"

Astrid cuts Rye off. "Why don't I have a nickname?" She says.

We all look at her, I have to tell her. "Um, Astrid, have you listened to your name? That wouldn't go well." I say. She looks sheepish as she stares at us. I'm pretty sure she is going through the name Astrid. Ast, or Trid, wouldn't make for good abbreviations.

After lunch I go upstairs to change clothes. I strip down to my chest plate, and underwear, which was badly stitched cloth I made for myself. Without a knock the door opens and Rye walked in.

I throw my hand over my stomach, as a reflex. Rye smirks and stares at my nearly naked body. He puts his hands on my waist and kisses me. "I always thought the best part about you was your body." He says and slowly kisses my chin and neck down to my chest.

I stand still, stunned at the words. Rye attempts to weasel his hands into my chest plate and onto my breasts. "I would have you completely clothes less with me on top of you if it weren't for this baby." He says. I push his hands away.

"You would do that to me if it weren't for the baby? You mean this baby is just a thing that stands between me being raped by you?! And you love my body the most?! You don't care about anything else do you? Do you!?"

I'm almost screaming at him. "It's just, you are so hot, and it would not be rape." He replies and tries to touch me again.

I almost hit him. "I'M AN ITEM TO YOU! SOMETHING THAT JUST HAS TO BE USED! AND IF YOU DON'T USE ME I'M A WASTE! AREN'T I!? GET OUT! LEAVE! DON'T COME BACK! I'M SERIOUS!" I do scream at him this time.

He grabs his stuff and thuds down stairs, pausing to talk to the rest of the family. And with the clunk of the door closing, he's gone. I dress and sit down on my bed. Rye is gone. Just like that. From loving his thought and effort of making a dress for me, to hating him for his motives.

Hours passed, they peaked in to the room to make sure Belle was okay, but didn't do anything to comfort her.

They sat silently through dinner. Isabella remained in her room, and it was weird. Not having Rye there to talk about the boats going in and out, he still loved sea life. But Rye was gone. Belle might go back to him, but they all heard the end of the conversation where Belle started yelling. It was obvious why, and they weren't going to try anything.

Isabella quietly walked down the stairs, out the front door, passed a window, and went to the backyard. Or, yard behind the house.

I sit down on a log, I never really cared for this log, but right now it is comfort.

Stoick nods his head at behind the house, Hiccup stands up quickly and disappears in the same manner as Belle.

I watch Hiccup come and sit down beside me, we don't speak. I stare at the stars, Orion's Belt. I could always see this back in my past life, it isn't even my past or future now, just my past life.

"Hiccup. I want to tell you some things about the future, about what happens from my past life. But these things can not be said to anyone else, not even dad or Astrid, these things can not be written down, just whispered quietly. These things will die with us. My secret is going to stay with people who already know it, the baby isn't going to know it. Do you understand Hiccup?"

He nods quietly at me. "Good. That constellation, Loki's Belt, in my time it is known by another God's name, Orion's Belt. And the fact is, our gods don't exist. They exists as in people know about them, but nobody worships them. Lots of other things take over." I explain, Hiccup nods.

He stares at the sky like a little boy, eager to discover things he didn't see originally. "Do we ever go to the stars? Do we visit that far in the sky?" He asks me suddenly. "I've flown high on Toothless, but only to a certain point before I have to wipe ice off my mask. Do we go higher than that?"

I cautiously reply, "Yes. We invent something, well before I am born, before my parents were born, they send men to the moon. And those men walk on it." Hiccup looks thrilled, his head is probably working faster then his hands ever could, figuring out how we did it.

Then comes the question I dread the most, the one I feared I would have to answer for him. "So, what do you do with the dragons?" He asks me. I look at his face and bite my lip, I stare at the ground for a second then back at him.

"They don't exist." His face goes pale. All the thrill is zapped out of it. I continue my response. "I don't know what happens. Nobody does. There is no evidence that they ever existed. The book of dragons is gone over time, they are just mythical creatures to the people of the future. Nobody ever learns what vikings did in their spare time. I don't know what happens to dragons Hiccup. I guess they just die out eventually. But don't worry, they will be around for a long while still."

Hiccup looks blank, but he clears his throat. Changing the topic, he says. "Rye never deserved you, or the chance at being a father to that baby. What now? Any potential ideas?" He inquires.

I look at him, scanning his features. "So much potential in life. Hiccup, I am female, I have hundreds of thousands of potential lives inside me. They are my weight to carry. All these lives to worry about, and I can't even keep a control of my own... No. I'm not going to be this person. I'm going to make Rye jealous! I'm going to make myself look gorgeous and amazing, baby or not, and make him so jealous he will wish he treated me correctly when he had his chance."

Hiccup blinks, "Okay I'll help you. This is very unusual behavior for you." He replies. I lightly hit him, "And it is very unusual for you to agree with me on such topics." I respond back to him. He laughs.

"What first?" He asks a few seconds later. I stare at my hair, then into Hiccup's eyes with a sly and mischievous grin. "Get a knife." I say. He tilts his head and cocks an eyebrow at me. "I'm cutting my hair again, actually, you can cut it for me. Now. Get a knife." He nods slowly and reveals a knife from his pocket. I turn towards him and we do just that. In the dark, guided by his hands he cuts my hair.

In four swipes it is short again. Just below my shoulders, like it had been six years ago when I was just a little twelve year old girl.

I swish my hair around, it feels lighter. "Now what?" Hiccup asks me. "Next, I'll get myself an amazing new outfit, the red dress! It is beautiful, I'll just mess around with layers until I get something that hides the baby bump. And modern makeup! Women here put stuff on their face to make them prettier, I'll do the same." I rant.

Hiccup turns me around so he can fully see my face. He places his hands on my shoulders, "That is a bit exotic, and very weird, you are just plain weird all around." He winks at me as he ends his sentence.

I snicker and badly mock a very mean voice. "And you are a very pathetic brother."

Hiccup looks at me like I just hit him. "What?" I ask quietly and lean against him. "Last time you said I was pathetic, you truly meant it. I was almost crying because you said that." He mumbles just above a whisper. I drift my eyes upward and meet his. He looks at me and kisses my forehead lightly. We are so close, and alike.

I close my eyes a bit, "Sometimes Hiccup, I forget I'm not blood related to you. I'm just the sister you and dad adopted." My lips purse as the 'd' in 'adopted' slips from my lips. Hiccup looks at me, "We didn't adopt you Belle. You adopted us." Hiccup says nicely.

Stoick and Astrid were still sitting there, talking occasionally about what the two other might be doing. But the words drifted in through the window, obviously Hiccups' voice. "We didn't adopt you Belle. You adopted us."

Stoick looks at his daughter in law, and then at the window where the words had come in. Astrid breaks the all around silence. "You did good Stoick, no one could have raised him better."

Stoick stands up, and gently places a hand on Astrid's good shoulder. "Thank you. But we all had a part in it." He says and heads to his bedroom.

A few minutes later Isabella walks in.

I see dad is already gone to bed, and Astrid is still at the table, stuck. Hiccup is still outside, most likely thinking about what I said.

"Here, I'll carry you upstairs." I say and start to pick up Astrid. But she stops me, "You are pregnant Belle! You shouldn't be carrying a grown woman upstairs!" She says and puts a hand on my shoulder.

I stare into her bright blue eyes, "You have broken ribs and a prosthetic stomach practically Astrid! You shouldn't be telling a pregnant woman what to do!" I say in a travesty. She smirks at me, "Fine." She says and shakes her head no simultaneously.

"Plus, I've carried Hiccup before. You're nothing." I state and proceed up the stairs with Astrid in my arms. I'm halfway up when the front door thuds closed. The familiar 'thud' 'clank' 'thud' 'clank' of Hiccup walking stops as he stares upward at us.

"Hi?" I say as if it is a question to be said. "Hi." He remarks and shakes his head with laughter. For a reason only the Gods know, we all burst out in gales of laughter. And it feels amazing.

Alright, you have read this chapter. Now what do you think of the story? ;)