Easy Viking Hairstyles Female Novels & Stories

Slowly, Viper went back to what he was doing. When he finished, he looked over to find his mate doing something to the child's hair. It puzzled Viper initially. He watched until she was finished and discovered they were braids like his own, only done differently. The technique she used was not the one he did. Viper had not realized she was capable of doing them and made a mental note to ask his little mate to do his some time.

I stared at them as they strode out, matching high heel stilettos hung from one finger on each girls hand as they chatted. Vicky had straightened her wavy hair and it hung freely about her shoulders and down between her breasts. I knew she had long hair, but I hadn't realized how long it was when straight. Tori had opted for braiding her long straight hair and had pulled it over her shoulder, letting the thick braid of hair hang between her breasts.

Even the man's beard was braided! Nikolai's Arthur had soft features, but the muscular beast standing beside the girl didn't. His features were hard, he was the perfect example of a man with a resting bitchface. His hair was mostly light brown with red perfectly blended throughout, giving it beautiful red tones. The hair above his lips covered most of his upper lip, but not the bottom one. That one was left uncovered for the world to see how deliciously plump it was. Sean's eyes slowly made their way across the Viking beast’s face. His face heated up when he realized the Viking man was smirking at him. He mentally facepalmed as he pulled his eyes away and looked anywhere but at the Viking ma

“Well,” Viking said, kicking down hard on his anger. “The food that you make now is for everyone, even you, baby. You want a muffin or bread or a burger or anything – you just have it.” She tilted her head at him, her face framed by intricate black braids that resembled wreaths of flowers. With her bright purple eyes, pink cheeks, and red-rose lips, she looked pre-Raphaelite: delicate and yet vibrant. “You know what,” Iris said. “You’re right. Time to break the habit of denial, huh?”

she sounds nervous, and I see her rubbing her hands together. I turn to face the mirror of the dresser, I turn my head to either side, quietly checking out the hairstyle. I smile and turn to her, “I love it, and with my hair being pulled back the intricate plaits you made, it makes me look like a Viking Queen”. I’m sure she can hear from my tone that I’m pleased with how it looks. “Thank you, I truly love it, it’s simple but different”, I expect her to leave, but she turns to me.

Someone braided her hair intricately, making her look like a Viking princess. "I am. Let's go." She said, pushing her loose hair behind her shoulders. I grabbed one of her braids and murmured softly. "I like these," I said as my darkened gaze traveled down her face. Her makeup was unique, too. She gave me a sexy smile and walked away. I watched her sauntered past me in those sky-high heels, and it made me wonder how she would be able to fight with them on. I caught up with her and grabbed her by her hand, noticing that blood-red nail polish had replaced the cute colors and designs she usually chose.

She had her own aura of strength and Austin smiled a little as she asserted herself. “You have really thick hair, Austin, and you’ve always reminded me of a Viking. I’m going to give you an undercut on the sides and the back. Trust me, you’re going to look great by the time I’m done with you,” she said. “I’m Scandinavian. Viking is in my blood,” Austin said. “Although, Viking was something they did, not who they were.”

“Here you go, baby. Drink that down. You’re doing great, and you’ve made it to the home stretch now.” Elle Turner looked up at Viking as he handed her the water, and as she always did, she sighed at his undeniable charisma and presence. Her man was skyscraper-tall and -broad with flaming red hair and sparkling blue eyes, a lush red beard and full lips. He looked like a ferocious Nordic viking, and she always, always responded to that unabashedly primal and primitive part of him fiercely.

Some of the more traditional Nobles tended to turn their noses up at the notion, but it didn't seem to bother the young Lord in the least. Another tall, slender figure followed him in, this time without the overbearing and unnecessary cavalry in the form of hulking Guardian Knights. We straightened up as they approached and I began to take in the details of his companion. The resemblance was uncanny. Her piercing blue eyes were unmistakable even from across the room, but where Christian's were often muted under his dark brows, hers were highlighted through her long flowing lashes and high set cheekbones. She had straight raven hair that fell past her shoulders on one side and was shaved shor

After a while, Vicky took over Athena's hair. "Wow, is this your natural hair or did you colour them?" Vicky asked while looking at her through the vanity mirror. "Everyone says the same but no, I never coloured it. My hair was naturally different. They were reddish brown from the top but when they ended, they appeared as a deep blondish colour, looking almost golden." Athena said and Vicky nodded at her with a smile as she played with her hair. The girls curled her hair and pinned a few artificial flowers on it.