Viking Hairstyles Men Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

Her face slightly becomes crestfallen, but she quickly shakes it away and plasters a smile back on her lips. “Hey…” I reach up and touch her hand which is resting on my shoulder. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll be your wingman.” I smirk at her. She laughs and lightly slaps my bare shoulder. “You just want an excuse to stay away from your date, Hazel.” She pulls my long, dirty blond hair into a messy bun, then begins touching up the sides and back of my head with the clippers. She braids the top of my hair and pulls the rest into a ponytail, giving me the Viking look I like so much. “All done.”

His hair was styled in a dreaded viking gold hair and packed into a ponytail. His high arched eyebrows looked well trimmed. His nose was aquiline-like. I gasped at his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw. He walked with the gait of a tiger and his fierce eyeballs twinkled as he walked towards me. I could sniff the sweet scent of his cologne. It made me want to run into his dishy body and bury my nose into his chest. I quickly shook the thought off my head and frowned, looking at him with daring eyes. He had already reached where I stood. I drag my eyes over his expensive dressing. His white t-shirt and denim trousers screamed money.

Chapter Twenty Five: An Awkward Day. Standing before her was definitely not Ms. Lisa, but a young gentle pale white looking man that was easily over six foot tall man in three piece suit was standing in front of her. His hair was gelled into a very famous duck boy hair style, a high maintenance cut with a v shaped that opened from the back making the hair from the side combed to form parallel section. His cerulean iris hidden amidst his perfect dark curly eye lashes looked very much familiar, It was no doubt she had seen this face before now.

The kiss, the touchy-feely side of him- there is this strange feeling that Vicenzo wanted to tell me something but he is holding his self not to spill the tea. "Can I ask you what's the matter?" I inquire heedful with his possible change of mood. His lips tighten and the whirling wind is keep on stirring his a bit curly mullet hair with modern twist style making Vicenzo oozing with sex appeal. Its actually good on him. Not everyone is found with mullet hairstyle because only few men can pulled off that style. But with Vicenzo? It seems like its really made for him. I dunno, I just recently notice how manly, attractive and sophisticated he is with that kind of hairstyle. It perfectly compleme

His tall, commanding figure and my smaller one just a step away. “What do you think, my love… should I get a clean cut again?” he asked. “I’m thinking of cutting my hair. It only reminds me of being an Alpha in the Salvators. This has always been my signature hairstyle.” At the mention of it, my eyes shifted from his face to his long, wavy hair that cascaded freely over his shoulders. It fell naturally, thick and slightly tousled, framing his strong features even from behind. The dark waves rested against his bare skin.

I wondered. Gently, the stranger who had caught me steadied me on my feet, and I turned to look at him. As I did, I gasped. His hair was a vibrant shade of Viking gold, perfectly styled to cascade across his cheeks and chin, forming a full beard. He possessed a hawk-like nose and captivating hazel eyes. His light brown skin had a slight tan, and I couldn't help but gape at him in amazement. "You'll drool any second now," Nova's stern voice snapped me out of my trance, and I immediately averted my gaze, consumed by embarrassment. I had been caught staring at him—oh, the shame!

Hey, those are my cakes that got wrecked buddy. I quickly scan him, his long blonde hair is tied up in a messy man bun, his stubbly jaw could cut glass, and if his eyes weren’t looking at me filled with murderous intent, I’d say they were beautiful. My favorite shade of blue; like that sky blue crayon that has just a little hint of green in it when you wanted to draw the ocean. This is no mere mortal; this is a Viking someone has brought back from the past, cleaned up and stuffed into a pristine, white, long-sleeved jogging outfit that fits him like a second skin.

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.”