Half Up Viking Wedding Hair Novels & Stories

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

Let's just call it a party like any other. I agree and try to smile. I slip on a pair of leather slim jeans with a sequined headband, a studded belt and perfecto, and slip on a pair of black pumps with a red trim on the wedge sole. Next, she does my hair and launches into a Viking hairstyle composed of several braids. Finally, she tackles the make-up. She gives me a smoky eye with a few sequins and applies a bright red on my lips. - A real masterpiece," she says, looking at me in the mirror.

He says though now I sense concern in his voice. I look over my shoulder in their direction to see Octavia’s reaction, she looks shocked. “Why so soon? We only just had the burial for Ragnar can’t it wait a few days?” she asks. “Afraid not, your mother is determined to get this under wraps asap.” He runs a hand through his hair then ties it up. In that moment it only just occurred to me that all the males in their family have long hair and by long, I mean mid back length. I wonder if that has something to do with the Viking influence Silvia has, either way I feel like I need a haircut.

Ruby’s red hair was up in a loose bun with curls at the top and ringlets around her face. It was Eduardo, the wedding coordinator. He was the top event coordinator in New York. Ava couldn’t believe it when he had a cancellation, making him free to coordinate her wedding. Eduardo had white hair around his temples and the side of his hair. The top and back of his hair was off-black. “Ahh, you look gorgeous,” Eduardo cooed as he entered the room. “Then again, why wouldn’t you? You have been on the cover of Vogue and Glamour. Of course, you’re gorgeous.”

while I’m propped on a stool, and she’s raking oil through my hair. I wiggle a bit, glancing at her through the reflection of the rusted antique mirror in front of us. The two other shifter women are hard at work on the gown I suppose I’m getting married in, which I’ve refused to think about. I haven’t let it cross my mind, and thank the Goddess for my skills of deflection. “Um, thank you.” “It’s just like he mentioned. Like vanilla but spiced. Caramel?” She twists the ends of my locks so they’ll dry into soft waves.

she says, turning to me. “All good with me!” I smile. “Your hair is so long and thick! I’m just so jealous!” “Oh I promise you wouldn’t be if it was yours. You should see the bedhead, it’s embarrassing,” I confess. We continue to make jokes and talk about random things. Once Carmen and I are done with making popcorn and brownies, we head over to the couch to pick a movie. We decided on a rom-com, and Leona has me sit on the floor in front of the couch so she can do my hair. I’m terrible with that kind of stuff, and I know a total of about three hairstyles. Half up/half down, a braid, and a ponytail. Anything more than that goes right over my head and looks like absolute crap when I do it. I

he said in that deep, intoxicating voice that sent shivers down my spine. My eyes trailed his perfectly sculptured face and his messy hair that scattered across the sheets. He hadn't had a haircut since we moved into the cabin, and his hair had grown long enough to be tied in a bun. It was my new favorite thing, along with the thick beards. It gave him that Viking look that made me wet just by looking at him. “You’re staring too long, I understand. It’s hard to look away when you see a god,” he smirked, doing that quick double-brow lift like he knew exactly how ridiculous he sounded.

"But honestly? With those cheekbones, I barely have to work. You're giving 'Vogue' but making it 'Royal Wedding.'" The stylist, Karris, was behind me. Her fingers were flying through my hair. The room smelled like a cloud of expensive hairspray. "The structure of this updo is everything," he muttered, giving a final, firm spray. "You're going to look like a statue. A very, very expensive, diamond-encrusted statue." Just as a heavy mist of spray hit my hair, the elevator doors chimed and slid open. "Oh my god!" a voice shrieked.

I'm sitting here at the round table. Levi, Yana, Varly and jade are also here. Just a few minutes until the party starts. There are also many people. There are five seats per table and the theme party is black. I'm the only one who's different because I'm wearing a white dress. While Yans is wearing a mustard cross off-shoulder and brown high heels. Varly was wearing a black v-neck top that was cut to her stomach and a silver long sequin skirt that was up to her knees, I didn't see her wearing high heels because her skirt covered them.

With the arrival of the bride, the priest officiated the wedding. His voice boomed across the sanctuary. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great honor to introduce to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Romano." The crowd erupted into thunderous applause as the couples made their way down the aisle. Amidst the vibrant crowd, whispers of admiration and awe buzzed like bees in a flower garden. "Did you see her long hair? She's the definition of rare beauty." Some of the wedding guests chimed.