Viking Braids Hairstyles Novels & Stories

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.

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.

When I looked back up in the mirror, not waiting for Brandy to give me permission, I was startled at how simple the hairstyle was, assuming it took half an hour to do. Not that it looked bad, though. My hair was descending down my back in fiery red waves, but half of it was pulled up in a braid that wrapped around the back of my head, secured by millions of bobby pins and gallons of hair spray. In the center of this design, was a curled, small, rose-shaped bun, barely standing out among the twisting strands of braid. It was simple, yet beautiful, adding to my demeanor of being a strong, fierce woman.

But I guess the goddess has other plans for me after all. Taking a few deep, calming breaths, I started again. I had to admit that when my black-streaked, silver hair was braided, it did look incredible. My mother taught me how to braid my hair like the warriors in our village did when I was a child, and I loved it. It wasn’t just a standard braid, it had twists and turns and adjoining braids knotted in. A little part of me hoped Michael would like it, which was a lie; I did it to impress him as I knew I looked good when I wore it like that.

I don’t know any hairstyles, I just always put it in a messy bun. “I was thinking maybe French braid but to the side so that it would look feminine and it would not give your chest much of a showoff,” she said finally as I looked at her reflection. I shrugged. “you’re the expert,” I said as I was looking at her making her magic. She pulled my hair from the top and braided their way to the side in a perfect knot. damn, she was good with everything girly, meanwhile, I was not that girly or feminine in any sense.

He announced before pecking my lips and heading upstairs. I downed the pancakes in ten minutes and waited for Niall to join me again. I ran my hand over my pigtails that I got last night, but I noticed that they were fuzzy, since my scarf somehow got discarded in the middle of the night. Deciding to try and look decent, I began to undo the braids and separating the curls in the process. Victoria always did this for me, so I had assumed that it would've looked good like when she does it. But since I only knew how to pull my hair in a bun or puff, I couldn't be sure.

Reign said but I just couldn’t get the image of them using their weapons and then putting them back into their hair blood and all. After about an hour of preening my hair and taming the wild locks, I was shocked they somehow turned my wild and uncontrollable curly black locks into a shiny and straight-shoulder shiny look. My hair was pulled back into a low pony that sat off of my right shoulder with the knot twisted with an extension of my hair. She had somehow taken a small section of hair and braided it back to look like a crown over the top of my head. Over the left portion above my left ear was a woven silver chain that started in a cusp that wove around the braid and down into the knot

I slowly got up and went to take a nice warm shower then wrapped a fuzzy light purple towel around me and started blow drying my hair. When it was in its natural waves, I put my hair in French braids and wrapped them in a bun. I put my brown/black wig on, which now looked like I hadn't brushed my hair in weeks. I took the towel off and put on my new purple lace Victoria’s Secret undergarments and decided to go for some pink sweatpants and an extra-large hoodie that made me look fat since I obviously couldn't fit into that. I rolled the top of my sweatpants and then put on a pair of old dirty Converse and added my black square glasses and retainer.

Let's just call it a party like any other. I agree and try to smile. I slip on a pair of leather slim jeans with a sequined headband, a studded belt and perfecto, and slip on a pair of black pumps with a red trim on the wedge sole. Next, she does my hair and launches into a Viking hairstyle composed of several braids. Finally, she tackles the make-up. She gives me a smoky eye with a few sequins and applies a bright red on my lips. - A real masterpiece," she says, looking at me in the mirror.

|ELENA’S POV| I spent the last four days watching YouTube videos on how to bleach my hair by continuously testing it out on the wigs that I brought with me when I traveled down to Orion but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get it right so I ended up braiding my hair into a messy corn row, putting on a bald cap and trying to alter my hair color by installing one of my favorite blonde asymmetrical bob frontal wigs that I was going to use for Halloween.