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Vikings: Valhalla (2022 - 2024) | s01e02 | 45/54

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LAURA BERLIN as Queen Emma of Normandy Vikings: Valhalla, The End of Jomsborg (3.04)

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EMMA OF NORMANDY, QUEEN OF ENGLAND & QUEEN AELFGIFU Vikings: Valhalla 3.07

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Vikings: Valhalla (2022 - 2024) | s03e03 | 5/?

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@vikingsevents Day 4 Prompt: Harvest Moon

Pairing: Canute x Emma

Rating: Teen

A/N: One day I will branch out and write something besides soft domestic moments but today is not that day.

He watched, gaze transfixed on the other side of the river, just beyond his moored boats where the moon sat low and large on the horizon and by all accounts seemed unaware of her as she lingered in the shadow of the guard tower, watching.

The hour was late, but when he did not come to her as he always did, Emma had set about the castle in search of the missing king. When she did not find him buried in communications and ledgers in his own chambers or in the stables, she had set off to the wall in hopes of being able to spot him somewhere by the river. Lost in thought, watching the night from the spot where she normally took refuge had been the last place she had expected to find him.

Though she stood a fair distance away, in the light of the moon it was easy to see the relaxed set of his features. The tension that so often settled in his shoulders was absent from his slackened stance and there was no trace of the deepened the lines that so often marred his handsome face. His hands were clasped loosely in front of him as he leaned his forearms against the stone wall and Emma knew that if she were to look into his eyes, they would be absent of the steely look that sent men scrambling and would, instead, hold the warmth she was accustomed too.

She hated to impede his solace, but the desire to be close to him tugged at her and she found herself incapable of returning to her bed.

“The wall was not where I expected you to be at this hour,” Emma said as she withdrew from the shadows and made her way towards Canute.

He turned to watch her approach and her skin warmed at the affection that danced in his gaze. Though an on looker would not feel the earth quake beneath their feet or be aware of what such a look meant, between them it was one that sent a heart racing.   

The corners of his lips turned up when she stopped beside him. “The moon drew me out.”

Above them, it glowed a brilliant gold and seemed to fill the entire night sky. So often, Emma was used to seeing a small, eerie white object far off and never had found herself in awe of such a thing until tonight. She could understand why such a display would catch his attention and pull at him.

“It is quite something to behold,” she agreed.

“Those in the old religion call it Haustmánuður.”

Emma turned the word around in her mind, searching for a similarity with her own native language. “Harvest?” She ventured, tentatively.

“It marks the time when crops are to be harvested and the start of the long darkness,” Canute confirmed. He gazed at the large orb for a moment more and Emma saw an indiscernible emotion flash in his eyes, but he continued as if he was discussing the revenues. “To us, it is just another moon.”  

She could not say what he was thinking or feeling as he watched the sky, whether he thought of the past or perhaps the future, but the pensive air around him needled her. A moon that was just ordinary did not drag a man from the warmth of a fire or the comfort of a woman.

“It must be more than that to you if it was able to keep you from my bed,” Emma teased.

Illuminated with the help of the moon, she could see a flush work its way up his neck and into the depths of his beard. So often, it was she who was made to blush, and it satisfied her to know she could trigger the same reaction in him.

Beyond the castle walls, the wind rustled through the trees, the crisp bite in the air a sure sign that summer had left them, and winter was not far from their doors. Emma pulled her cape closer to ward off the chill that threatened to send a shiver through her.

“You are going to catch the cough standing out here,” Canute chided, rather than rise to her ribbing.

Emma scoffed. “I am a Norman, it will take more than an autumn breeze to do such things.” Despite her words, she shifted closer to him for the warmth he radiated before pressing him for more information. “I am familiar enough with Vikings to know an event such as a harvest must have some sort of celebration along with it, yes?”

Canute gave a wry smile. “It is called Vetraenatr. It is a way to thank the gods for the bounty and to ask for good favor through the cold.”

Though he was a Christian, Emma knew her husband had a familiarity with the old religion, one that was stronger than most of the other Christian Vikings and she thought that it was this understanding that secured his success in uniting the Vikings. A leader who knew the differences in his warriors and embraced them had a better chance of leading them into battle than one who refused to accept it.

A silence settled between them, both waiting for the other to ask but Emma did not dare. Whatever Canute sought for in the solace of the moon, he did not care to share it with her and she respected him enough to give him the peace he needed.

She turned to excuse herself, but Canute reached out and thwarted her escape, clasping her hand in his. His lips lingered against her cool knuckles. “While the tradition is not ours, I do not see any harm in celebrating the moon in our own way.”

In the warm glow of Haustmánuður Emma could see the mischief dance in his eyes and a familiar heat pooled low in her stomach. “I imagine you have thought on such a way?”

The king gave a predatory grin. Dislodging his hand from hers, he wrapped his arm around her trim waist and pulled her flush against him. “Let’s retire to your chamber and find out.”

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Emma of Normandy's red dress in Vikings Valhalla

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LEO SUTER as HARALD SIGURDSSON Vikings: Valhalla 3x03

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Vikings: Valhalla (2022 - 2024) | s03e04 | 6/?

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LEO SUTER as Harald Sigurdsson Vikings: Valhalla, Greenland (3.05)

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Queen Emma, welcome to my home.

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KING CANUTE & EMMA OF NORMANDY Vikings: Valhalla 3.05

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LEO SUTER as HARALD SIGURDSSON in VIKINGS: VALHALLA season 1

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The Church should be grateful to have such a powerful ally in times of need.

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Vikings: Valhalla (2022 - 2024) | s03e03 | 4/?

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BRADLEY FREEGARD as King Canute Vikings: Valhalla, The End of Jomsborg (3.04)

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LEO SUTER as HARALD SIGURDSSON Vikings: Valhalla 3x03