Viking Braids Hairstyles Novels & Stories

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.

She even asked Alissa to braid her hair exactly like Elsa but Alissa just did a Dutch braid, each layer was spread out to make her braid look big. Rather than Elsa, she ended up looking like Daenerys Targaryen from Games of Thrones with her long blonde hair or more like Lagertha in Vikings. She giggle to herself. Telling Hope about that didn’t matter because she wouldn’t understand any of that character. The bottom line now is that, Hope’s thick long hair that curls at the end was super gorgeous.

“I am Alpha Vektor, my queen. This is my beta Susanne and my gamma Ambrose.” "It's nice to meet everyone." I said I could feel their hurt, anger and hatred for the people of Lygion. I watched them all and noticed they looked like well bred savages. Their hairstyles made them look like vikings from the tale of the Scandinavian era. The beta had the sides of her hair shaven, then two braids lined the paths where her red hair began close to the middle of her head, that patch of hair was long and got to her waist.

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 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.

"I need several wigs. Different styles, different colors. All natural-looking." Her eyes lit up with professional interest. "Special occasion? Or ongoing need?" "Ongoing. I need to move around the city without being recognized." She didn't ask why—discretion was part of her business model. "What's your natural hair color?" "Dark brown, about shoulder length." She pulled out several options: a sleek black bob, a honey-blonde style with waves, a auburn pixie cut, and a chestnut brown style with bangs.

I asked. " What should I do like hairstyle?" She asked. " Something different," I said. She agrees and invites me to sit down. She starts combing my dark brown hair. " Why do you like tying your hairs, you have beautiful hairs you know?" Ivy compliment me " I love it when my hair looks simple." " Um, am going to make a long braid on one side because in the middle is a little bit classic even if you like simple things." " You do as you feel"

she whispered the last part conspiratorially as though her father was in the vicinity and was in danger of hearing. Everest was still pondering over the revelation when she threaded the second and last glass bead into the front braids. She cracked her knuckles and examined her handiwork, an inward complacence infusing her chest. She had parted the hair in curly zigzag lines and made cornrows. Zigzag cornrows. The last rows on either side of her head had been braided backwards — to the front — so that they hung down either side of her face to her chest and glittered with the big, transparent grass-green beads that hung down them.

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.”

“But I can braid your hair if it annoys you that much.” She gave me a sceptical look. “You can braid hair?” “I'm three-hundred-and-fifty years old…I need to pass the time somehow.” “So you learned to braid hair?” I grinned and pulled her closer. “Lycan warriors used to wear their hair long, and before we went into battle we'd braid it.” “Like the Vikings?” “Similar, yeah.”