Viking Braids Hairstyles Novels & Stories

A knock on the door makes me look up. “Morning. Can I come in?” King Vilkas is smiling at me as Cyra looks at him when she turns back to the mirror. “Morning, come in. I’m just doing her hair.” I tell him as I go back to parting her hair and add product as I tilt her head back and begin to braid it. Once I have braided two braids in her hair, I add little ribbons over the hair ties and a quick spritz to secure. Then she jumps down and twirls, looking at her hair in the mirror.

“Done?” “Al-most-there…” Haley was the last one who was braiding down near the floor. “There! Alright!” Getting up, I stepped up to the mirror. It looked incredible. There were two smaller braids on each side of my head, as well as a complicated center braid that was thicker than the rest. It was one I hadn’t seen before. Moving my hair over my shoulder, it all came together in a complicated braid of what looked like more than seven different strands of braids.

Her light blonde hair is now shades of pinks and purples with one little stripe of bright yellow. “Do you kike it? It’s my Barbie hair! As in Psycho Barbie Freak…I thought I’d embrace the nickname that all the bullies called me in Atlanta and poke fun of it a bit. “ She laughs and swishes the strands falling loose from her french braids into a messy bun style. She looks amazing and like a sight for sore eyes. “I love it, but..How?Why?” I blink the sleepiness away “I thought you couldn’t get here until Wednesday evening! How did you pull this off?”

A few loose strands framed her face, soft and silky as the petals of a rose. Her hairstyle was a work of art, a testament to the skill of our kingdom's finest stylists. The updo was a delicate balance of braids and twists, woven together with precision and care. The braids were thin and intricate, resembling the delicate tendrils of a vine, and the twists shone like polished gold in the light. A few strategically placed pins held the style in place, their delicate heads shaped like tiny flowers, adding a touch of whimsy to the overall design. As I finished her look, I couldn't help but step back and admire the princess's beauty.

For as long as I could keep my tongue off it, it looked pretty on me, too. We’d walk if the park was close by, catch the bus if it was farther. A different place every week, rolling on a roster. In quiet times, when the bus wasn’t too full, Momma took the seat behind me so she could put my hair up in a French braid. Separating it into a dozen smooth, straight sections, piece by patient piece. Undoing and redoing each fine weave until she had it just right. Those tight knots sat close against my skull, secured in looping patterns that gave me headaches that stretched out from my temples, long and taut. Like a rubber band noosed around my skull. But the braids kept any stray strands from slipp

I muttered. It would’ve been simple if he hadn’t dyed his hair such a different color. The dye wasn’t supposed to wash out this fast, and redoing it could cause problems. His normally straight hair was now in a bunch of tight braids. I didn’t know much about that style, so I wasn’t confident I could fix it properly. Victor sat down in the chair and motioned for me to get started. “It’s a piece of cake for you, right?” he snickered.

Before I could argue again, she floated back downstairs toward Kael, leaving me alone to get ready. I wasted no time. I took a quick shower before brushing my teeth and hair. Cora had thoughtfully left a few hair ties for me. I divided my thick strawberry-blond hair into two sections and braided each one into a Dutch braid that rested halfway down my back. I always called my hair strawberry blond, although it actually carried quite a bit of pink mixed with strands of gold. Honestly... My hair was the one thing I was vain about. After using Pack Ravencrest's shampoo and conditioner the night before, it already looked shinier and fuller.

I took the chance to familiarize myself with everything about her. She smelled so damn amazing and when I had wrapped my arms around her I could smell her arousal. I know it was just instinct, but I was glad that I could still make her all hot and bothered even if she would never admit it. Her long dark brown hair was well past her waist but it was braided down her back in one huge braid. With flowers and small crystals strategically placed from the crown on top of her head all the way down to the very tip of her braid.

It felt real. Maybe they were rogues? Rogues are wolves without a pack. Banished or exiled and forced to live alone. But rogues aren’t usually that strong. These wolves were fast. And terrifying. "Rhea, what do you think of Vira's braids?" Mom snapped me back to the present. I looked at Vira's honey-colored hair. Mom had done a lace braid ponytail. "It’s neat, I guess. But why does it matter? You’ll probably mess it up in the training ground."

I plait mine up in five three strand braids. I have never thought about this before, but as I watch Sven do his in a single five-strand braid, I wonder if this is how my mother’s people do their hair. Tying each braid off at the crown of my head, I let the rest of my hair hang loose. Rubbing the back of my head, I feel the prickles of the short hair letting me know I will need to shave the sides and back again soon.