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

Victor 2 - Manny 2 After paying we head to the salon next door. I treat her to a mani-pedi. And a silk press to straighten out her curly, sexy red hair. While I and Vic, get a trim and beard treatment. At the barbershop. I love my facial hair and can’t wait till I can sport a long Viking beard. That My Princess can braid up for me.

Or at least I'm content with it. And lastly, we come to my hair. I keep it long and wavy, and I don't do "bangs". It's mostly one layer that I just brush back over my shoulders (or wear up in a ponytail, or braids.) It's black. Not quite raven black, but definitely dark enough that it would never be mistaken for brown.

I gave her a brief nod and stalked towards the dressing table, hitching on a stool. Layla made sure to style my hair beautifully and daringly. Unlike other she-wolves who wore their hair the same pack design, I was a bit defiant. I wore my home pack's style of braids - the upper half of the hair is made into a french twist while the second-half will be curled beneath my shoulders. As usual, the people would be outraged for bringing a strange style but Kaiden didn't mind. , he loved it. He always gave me this intense look whenever our eyes met and I'd fall in love with him all over again.

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.