Bjorn Ironside Hair Novels & Stories

Just as the other two do, I rub my skin with the mud and then rinse it off with the stream water. The three of us sat on the large bounders along the bank. Using the wooden comb that I always carried, I detangle my hair and braid it. Both Bjorn and I have the sides of our head shaved close to the skin. He prefers the five-strand braid, and I see that he is doing that to his hair. I plait mine up in five three strand braids.

I secure my black leather Apple Watch around my wrist, its sleek band wrapping snugly, a subtle nod to both functionality and fashion. My hair, a deep chestnut brown, is cropped close at the sides, adding a sharp contrast to the textured layers that crown the top of my head. Despite the deliberate styling, a few rebellious bangs persistently brush across my forehead, softening the angles of my face and adding a touch of youthful nonchalance to my otherwise meticulously assembled appearance.

“With everything.” “Yeah, I guess… But we can’t hide away either. Have to be seen, and all that…” “I will talk to Aaron,” he agreed, and rolled so that she was beneath him. “What is the problem with my hair?” She threaded her fingers through it. “Nothing. I just thought you hated the curls.” “Short back and sides doesn’t go with the image,” he pointed out practically. “But it does get into my eyes sometimes.” “Another six months and you might be able to put it up into a man-bun,” she scraped it back from his face. “Not bad.”

He did too but he ignored it. After leaving them, he returned to his room where he immediately applied the light brown hair spray Yoonjin had bought him. The dye of this spray was temporal and could wash off. Yoonjin preferred it to real dye because it was less harmful to hair. Also, he wanted Hosun to keep his brown hair but go lighter whenever he asked the younger to. Hosun took his time to spray his hair the blew it with a drier. He looked even more handsome than usual with the lighter color.

But this time, he wasn’t alone. Standing beside Bjorn was Ivan Anderson, his presence commanding, almost regal. His tall, imposing figure moved with a confident grace, his blond hair catching the light, and his sharp blue eyes surveying the room with an intensity that sent shivers through the air. The diamond stud in his ear glinted like a mark of status, and his aura was unmistakable—he looked like a prince, untouchable and dangerous.

Where is it? 'There,' she removed the towel from her head. Her platinum blonde hair fell down in it rich curls. Her hair grew as that instead of it original ash. Her hair was too stubborn at first, combing it was an extreme war, getting it to stay put was a greater one. She eventually worked on the hair naturally and it became better. Her hair was naturally glossy and full, too much for her small head and with such quick growth. Her hair fell on the small of her back, it tips naturally black. Her hair color is beautiful and since it was soft now, it made it better. 'What should I do with my hair? The thing is still hard to comb, a little.'

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

"Why not?" I stare at his hair, unable to fathom the idea of it being gone. It's a rich, wavy brown with natural highlights that catch the light, making it look as if strands of gold are woven through it. It's gorgeous. "Why would you want to get rid of such beautiful hair?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What color then?" "How about natural black? Then you can just grow them out like that," I suggested, pushing the pictured aside to hook a finger under his chin and run my fingers through his tousled hair. "Oh yeah, I could try a mullet or something," I scrunched my nose in a smile and nodded again. It was definitely a good idea, I could just imagine how pretty he'd look with a mullet.

Dad wore a huge smile. ...Niklaus even joked that he was going to cut his hair, but I quickly shot him a glance, and he knew I was dead serious! I adored his long hair and couldn't bear the thought of him chopping it off! David, on the other hand, had opted for a fresh new look, keeping his dirty blonde hair long on one side, adding layers and a sleek side shave on the other side. He looked sexy and hot, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with excitement as he showed off his new style. I loved it! I blushed staring at him and he knew what I was thinking.