Modern Ragnar Haircut Novels & Stories

He had hairy arms but they're bald now too, "Fucking Ginny and her ideas, I shouldn't have let her shave me." He really shouldn’t have. He looked badass with burnt hair. Right now, he looks like a bald rat. "You'll be fine," Rogan says and hugs him with an arm on his shoulders, "Your hair always grows too fast. You'll stop looking like this in two weeks, tops."

-ZOYA- I try to shove him away, but Ragnar holds me in place, showing me that apart from being immortal, he could also be a fucking wall. His hand slides down to my waist, holding me firmly against him. All the bravado I felt a few moments ago dissipates into thin air. No doubt, when he tilts my chin, forcing me to look into his hypnotizing gold eyes, he sees the fear in mine. "Your ideas of rebellion have room for questioning." He scoffs, taking off a pin from my hair. Then another, until all the pins are gone from my hair and scattered on the ground and my hair is falling down my bare shoulders.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

He scratched his face several times with his bloodstained fingers, staining his long, greasy brown hair as it fell on both sides of his face; then it was the turn of the hairy left shoulder and then the right armpit. Ragnar watched the spectacle without making any noise. He then wasted no time. He started to wriggle and rock back and forth as he shook his feet to loosen his ties. He took advantage of the precarious shelter afforded him by a branch of fragrant leaves. However, the bump on his back did not help him. It reduced his movements and limited his action. The colossus’s attention was focused on his task, he raised and violently brought down his huge knife to butcher the animal and bre

'I do not know. "Then forget about it." said the tough one on the next pallet. He smiled as if it was okay to share the bad news. Ragnar saw that his teeth were large, square, and smooth. His nose was broken and badly immobilized. His pink hair was cut close to his skull in a style that seemed unusual for an islander like Ragnar. “I will never see you again. You will never see the person you know again.

Besides, she knew Alaric would never agree to cut his hair, not that she wants him to, anyway. When the stylist was done, Mariah couldn’t believe her eyes. Alaric’s snow-white hair was now in a neat ponytail and as he stood up, coupled with his dressing, he definitely looked like a celebrity. Even the stylist couldn’t help by whistling and slowly saying, “damn.”

Sort of a playboy that dwells in an ancient man's body. A smile stretches up my lips. “You look…awful.” The grin he had was gone in an instant. His brows furrowed. “I asked for the best haircut…she said it was the best for tawny men.” He said as he bent his head, swirling his neck to give me a three-sixty degree turn. His haircut gave his hair a nice gradient, it was cut very low at the front and tapered to the sides and down his neck, waves form in a spiral at the center of his head, spreading down

I turned on the TV for him and returned to my room to put on something other than my ratty old PJ's for once, but then I almost crumbled when I saw my chopped, crooked hair. I couldn’t believe I actually did that in the middle of that awful breakdown. "No, no, no," I covered my eyes immediately, fighting shallow tears of vanity... but, fuck, my hair was my ONE thing. My one good trait. Farrow loved my hair. How could I get him back without it? "You dumb bitch, why would you do this?" My hair used to be down past my waist. Thick and shiny and perfect. And now it's barely past my breasts, but one side is a lot shorter than the other and it looks just so bad, I almost have another breakdown rig

His eyes were wild, foam flecking at his mouth, the stink of madness and fear rolling off him. “They’re coming!” he shrieked, spit flying. “The Wraith is coming!” Raven’s eyes hardened. “I know, I am ready.” With a swift motion, she struck the hilt of her blade against his temple, knocking him out cold. Ragnar was there a moment later, helping her to her feet, his hand gripping her arm as they both breathed hard, the night around them filled with the sounds of the wounded and the dying. “It’s done,” Ragnar said quietly.