Half Up Viking Wedding Hair Novels & Stories

"How does this look?" Victoria asks. "Does it look better with my hair up or down?" Brett sighs. "Just do whatever. Jesus." "Up," I tell her. "You've got a long and elegant neck. Show it off. There's no reason why you should keep your hair long."

The matching heels made my legs appear longer, the slit revealing flashes of skin whenever I moved. I left my dark hair loose around my shoulders because it made me feel less exposed somehow, the strands covering part of my neck and collarbone even so, I barely recognized myself because I looked… bold like someone who belonged beside a man like Viktor. When I finally made my way downstairs, Viktor was waiting near the piano and he was dressed in black again. Tonight, though, his hair wasn’t perfectly styled back. It fell slightly loose, slicked away from his forehead but softer than usual, and somehow that tiny difference made him look even more devastating.

Just as I was about to speak, my words were cut off by a bald-headed man. “It’s time for the presentation of gifts!” he announced to the pack and some applauded. The first to walk forward was a beautiful woman with brown hair she’d done up in a Viking-inspired braid. “Adornment for the new bride,” she said, presenting a box filled with gold jewelry, “Like gold, may you never lose your shine.” “Thank you.” I said to her and she nodded, placing the box down at my feet, before walking down the steps. The next was a man, so tall I was forced to strain my neck to meet his gaze. “For the new bride, a bow designed to never miss its target.” He placed the gift at my feet.

"Yes, darling. Every human has a soulmate. Unfortunately, some people don't meet theirs, and so they settle for people they're compatible with. Ever wondered why I haven't cut my hair?" I shook my head in a no and my dad bit down his lips in dismay. "Before your mum and I got married, my signature hairstyle was a buzz cut. When I asked her out, she said she preferred men with long hair because she had an abnormal obsession with Vikings. To please her, I began growing my hair and didn't care that it made me look like a rock star. All I wanted was her happiness. She would always brush it, and it was her comfort object whenever she fell sick."

Hoping everything runs fine, and it ends too soon. The make-up artist placed the silver tiny leaves with a rose hairdresser on the left side of my head and fastened it with a hairpin in order not to fall. Another retouched before she placed the wedding veil. A satisfaction was in her downturn green eyes. I mumbled a thank you at her, and she simply nodded. My head moved to the opening door and I gasped. “Verona!” I exclaimed, she wore a red dress that conformed to her color and her dyed ash blue hair tied in a braid style. The corner of her eyes crinkled as she revealed her toothy grin.

“Are you ready people?” “Yes.” The guests choroused. “Let's go, spell happy.” “H.” “A.” “P.” “Poor people, if only they knew that being happy is one impossible feat in this marriage.” I whispered into the bride's ears, then noticed a part of her lace was sticking out. “Call your bridesmaid later, you need to fix that hair. I don't want to be called out later in life for using bad hair, these reporters are crazy." “For once I agree with you.” Ivan said with a big smile on my face. “Why should I fix the hair again?”

He said with a nemesing smirk, taking her hand and they walked out. ‎ ‎The trip to Vikland was short and quiet. At the time they arrived at Vikland the wedding venue was already fill with guests. ‎Leviathan walked into the hall, and immediately moved to the front, where his bride was seated with a gigantic frown on her face, as she had a deep discussion with the priest. ‎Porsha wore a beautiful, fitting white glittering dress, adored with the finest of diamonds. ‎Her make up was mild, with a simple eyeliner and red lipstick. Her hair was made up in a middle ponytail and she wore a breathtaking transparent white veil which glittered across the room.

I instructed as I sat in the chair. Katia smiled as she applied moisturizer to my face. Katia carefully applied a light foundation to even out my skin tone, followed by a concealer touch to hide imperfections. She then accentuated my eyes with a soft, shimmery eyeshadow and added a thin line of eyeliner for definition. To enhance my features, she applied a natural blush to my cheeks and a soft, rosy lipstick to complete the look, giving me a radiant and elegant appearance on my wedding day. As the hairstylist worked her way through my hair, after adding some loose curls to it with a curling iron, she sprayed it with a light-hold hair spray before she used a comb and brush. Then, she added a

Her hair was done up with Viking braids, and black eyeliner made her eyes even more vibrant. Kai had his arm on my shoulder, and I heard the low whistle come from him. Right there with you. Our girl was breathtaking. Fuck, I would share this image with her later. Perhaps she would dress up like this for us. Yes, that would lead to a delectable fuckfest for sure. One that we all needed and deserved. “Barachiel, you cannot be serious,” a woman exclaimed as she grabbed his arm. She was tall, slender, and had brown hair that was put in a single braid down her back.

Her feet had almost not touched the ground as she walked to the assigned bride's room. "I'm sorry, I'm late." She rushed in front of the mirror. "Goodness, I thought you were not coming." Ceci embraced Cali then commanded the private makeup artist to fix the bride. They only have about forty-five minutes before the ceremony. Instead of complicated makeup, they ended up with simple sultry bronze eyes that meet a scarlet pout for a vixen-like appearance. Even though it is simple, it is still a gorgeous combo for a subtle vintage vibe. To meet the vintage vibe, they compromised using Half-Up, Half-Down with Volume for an ultra-glam look, opting for this fun take on the classic half-up hairstyle