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could i make a head canon request for loki dating a somewhat shy/reserved reader?

Loki x Shy!Reader

A/N: first of all: Thank you so much💕 i hope this is what you've been looking for, enjoy reading 🥰

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-Loki notices your shyness the way others notice sunlight—by how it filters through the air, soft but impossible to ignore. He doesn’t mistake it for weakness; to him, it’s restraint, control, a kind of quiet magic. “You don’t speak unless you have something worth saying,” he muses once. “How rare"

-he doesn’t fill your silences. He lets them breathe. It’s unnerving at first—this god, capable of commanding rooms, content to simply sit beside you while you read, the air thick with unspoken words. He likes that you don’t rush to perform for him; he’s tired of masks

-when you do speak, he listens. Truly listens. Every small comment, every shy opinion about something as trivial as Midgardian coffee or as deep as loneliness. He stores them like treasures. Weeks later, he’ll reference something you barely remember saying, and you’ll realize: he remembers everything

-Loki is patient—but only with you. He teases others mercilessly, cuts through conversation like a knife, but with you, his tone softens. “Take your time, darling,” he says when words falter. “I’ve waited centuries for less interesting things”

-when you’re too quiet, he doesn’t push. He sits nearby, conjuring small illusions to keep the air light—a tiny dragon curling on your knee, a constellation blooming in his palm. You always smile at the magic before you even realize you’re doing it

-he watches how you notice small details — a crack in a wall, the curve of a teacup handle. He finds it mesmerizing, that your mind catalogues what others overlook. Sometimes, he conjures tiny illusions just for you to discover

-Loki loves that you blush easily. He doesn’t say it aloud, but you can tell by the way he deliberately leans in too close, murmuring something in your ear just to see the heat rise in your cheeks. It’s a game he never grows tired of losing

-he notices the way your hands fidget when you’re nervous — twisting rings, brushing hair behind your ear. He doesn’t comment outright, but he reaches for your hand subtly, guiding it into his own. The warmth makes you stiffen, and he smirks, not saying a word

-you once apologized for being shy. Loki’s reaction was instant—his expression sharp, almost offended. “Never apologize for what makes you different,” he said. “Mortals waste too much time trying to be loud enough to be heard. You’re quiet, yet I listen anyway. That’s power"

-when you’re uncomfortable, he senses it before you even say a word. The shadows bend toward him when your pulse quickens; he always notices. One hand to your wrist, a small squeeze, a silent promise: you’re safe

-Loki isn’t used to gentleness. Yours unravels him. When you reach for his hand first, his breath catches like it’s the first time anyone’s ever done it without wanting something in return

-he delights in seeing you flustered—but never humiliated. His teasing is a craft, not cruelty. A brush of magic here, a whispered word there, just enough to make your eyes widen and your lips press into that tiny, shy smile he secretly lives for

-Loki likes to hold you close when you’re startled or anxious. Not because you need saving, but because he craves the trust it takes for you to lean into him

-when you speak softly, he leans in, fascinated by the way your voice seems almost forbidden, as if it needs to be coaxed out. “Do you know the effect you have?” he asks, and you shake your head. “Of course not,” he mutters, smiling against your hair

-he adores your quiet moments of humor — the little smiles, the soft snorts, the way you glance at something ridiculous and can’t help but grin. He catalogues them all silently, storing them for days when he’s far from you

-Loki guards your comfort like treasure. Anyone who mistakes your softness for fragility earns a look so cold it could freeze sunlight. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to

-he loves telling you stories. Old ones, about Asgard and the stars. Sometimes, he embellishes just to make you laugh. Other times, he tells them exactly as they happened—grief and all—and when you touch his hand, he falls silent, undone by how steady your kindness is

-Loki isn’t gentle by nature. But with you, he learns to be. He speaks slower, moves softer, checks for your consent with every brush of his hand. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs once. It never is

-he sometimes mirrors your quietness. Sitting in the same room, both of you reading or staring out a window. He calls it “a silent alliance,” but you realize it’s his way of grounding himself, too

-Loki protects your space in subtle ways. If someone tries to dominate a conversation with you, he leans in, voice silky and cutting: “Ah, forgive me, but I believe she was speaking.” You peek at him, eyes wide, barely suppressing a smile

-to the rest of the world, Loki is sharp edges and silver tongues. But with you, he’s quiet thunder. You don’t tame him—you simply give his chaos somewhere to rest. And in return, he gives you something rarer than power: his peace

-he knows big gestures overwhelm you, so he shows affection in subtler ways: a cloak draped over your shoulders before you realize you’re cold, a cup of tea appearing beside you while you’re reading, the soft echo of magic humming low in the room so you never feel alone

-he knows touch can be grounding for you. So he learns the balance—when to reach for your hand, when to simply stay near. His palm is warm, steady, and he never lets go before you do

-when you do laugh—really laugh—it makes him pause. He’d raze worlds to hear that sound again. So he keeps a mental list of what amuses you: his sarcasm, his overly dramatic retellings, the way he mocks Thor’s heroic poses

-Loki notices everything about your shyness — the way your eyes flick away when someone stares too long, the small pauses before you speak. He doesn’t tease you for it. Instead, he builds silence around you like a shield. “Let them fill the air with noise,” he murmurs. “We’ll keep the peace for ourselves"

-you start to discover that he has a side he only shows in private — slow, careful touches, whispered reassurances, small gestures that say “I see you, entirely"

-Loki sometimes watches you sleep, quietly tracing the line of your jaw or the curve of your hands. He says nothing, knowing that some adoration doesn’t need to be spoken aloud

-Loki sometimes whispers your name like a spell in the dark, just to hear it on his lips. Not for anyone else, just for him. It’s his way of reminding himself you’re real, that you’re his, quiet and steady, a counterpoint to his chaos

-when you’re too nervous to speak up in front of others, Loki speaks for you — never condescendingly, but with such smooth precision that no one even realizes what he’s done. Later, you thank him. He only says, “you don’t owe me gratitude for protecting what’s mine”

-Loki’s love is loud, yours is quiet — and somehow, it fits. He fills rooms with words; you fill them with calm. He once told you, “you’re the stillness between my storms.” You thought he was being dramatic, but the next day he repeated it like he was reminding himself

-you get overwhelmed easily when people talk over each other. Loki notices. He’ll slip his hand into yours under the table, a grounding gesture only you understand. “Focus on me,” he whispers, voice just for you. And you do. Every time

-you never expected Loki to be so gentle. He moves with such precision, as if every touch might shatter you. When you tell him you won’t break, he smiles faintly. “No,” he says, “but the world has not learned to be as careful with you as I have"

-he teases you sometimes — softly, affectionately — when you hide behind him during confrontations. “You’re lucky I adore cowardice when it’s this endearing,” he says with a grin. But the moment someone else makes you uncomfortable, his entire demeanor shifts. The god of mischief becomes the god of menace

-Loki’s arrogance used to scare you a little. Now, you recognize it as armor. When he boasts, you just hum in response, unbothered. “You’re meant to say I’m magnificent,” he prompts. You glance up at him, amused. “You already know that.” It’s your quiet defiance that disarms him

-Loki loves to show you off — not in loud ways, but subtle ones. The way his hand rests at your back in crowded rooms. The way his tone softens only when he speaks to you. Everyone notices; you pretend not to

-when you’re unsure of yourself, Loki looks at you like you’ve just said something absurd. “You’re doubting yourself again,” he says. “Fascinating. I didn’t think mortals could be so foolish twice in one lifetime.” It’s biting — but his thumb is tracing circles on your wrist as he says it

-Loki never rushes you. When you hesitate to speak, he waits — patient, uncharacteristically so. The others interrupt or move on, but Loki’s eyes stay fixed on you until you finish. When you ask him why he does that, he says, “because your words deserve to be heard, not hurried"

-the first time you raise your voice — really raise it — Loki looks stunned. Then, slowly, that wicked smile spreads across his face. “Ah,” he says softly. “There’s fire beneath all that quiet. I knew it.” He doesn’t argue back. He looks almost proud

-you’re hesitant to touch him sometimes — not out of fear, but reverence. Loki notices that too. “You can touch me, you know,” he teases. “I don’t bite.” Then, lower, almost as an afterthought: “Not without consent”

-when you get shy during a compliment, Loki leans into it, loving the way you fidget. “You blush so prettily,” he says once, just to see it happen again. You groan, hiding your face. “You’re cruel.” “Yes,” he agrees. “And you love it”

-Loki introduces you to things slowly — Asgardian customs, fragments of his magic, the stars of realms you can’t pronounce. “You don’t need to speak,” he says when you’re too shy to respond. “Just listen. You do that better than most gods I’ve met”

-you get stage fright before public things — dinners, events, anything that demands attention. Loki handles it with grace. He distracts you with ridiculous conversation until you forget to be nervous. Then, when you realize what he’s done, he smirks. “You’re welcome”

-he’s possessive in quiet ways — a hand on your waist, a look that silences unwanted attention. You’ve learned not to question it. “Old habits,” he admits once. “When you’ve been betrayed enough, you start guarding what you love too tightly”

-Loki rarely lets people see him soft. But you catch it in flashes — the way he adjusts your scarf before you leave, or the faint hum of magic that follows you when you walk alone. You once teased him for being overprotective. “No,” he said softly. “Just unwilling to lose you”

-you tell him once that you envy his confidence. He laughs — really laughs — and it’s not cruel. “Confidence,” he says, “is just fear in a better outfit.” You think about that for days

-Loki loves that you aren’t like him. That you don’t demand attention, or play to an audience. “You undo me,” he admits one night, lying beside you in the dark. “You do nothing — and yet, somehow, I am seen"

-you’re shy, but your honesty cuts through his illusions like nothing else. Once, he’s mid-rant about how no one could ever understand him, and you simply say, “I do.” He stops mid-breath, eyes flicking to you like you’ve said a forbidden truth

-he adores how you listen. Really listen. It unnerves him sometimes — that someone could care without condition. So he talks too much, spinning stories of realms and wars, just to see if you’ll stay. You always do

-there’s a quiet pride in him when people notice your presence. You don’t need to command attention — you simply exist, and the room bends around your gentleness. Loki notices it most. “You’ve bewitched me,” he says once. You laugh. “You’re one to talk”

-Loki never forces you into his chaos. When you shy away from confrontation, he handles it with that smooth, cutting charm of his. Later, he says, “you’d have turned them to stone with one look, had you wanted to.” You roll your eyes, but he means it

-sometimes he catches you staring at him — not out of awe, but curiosity. “Careful,” he says, amused. “Staring at a god too long can be dangerous.” You just shrug. “You’re the one who won’t stop glowing.” He tries not to smile. He fails

-Loki doesn’t often apologize outright. But after arguments — rare, intense, full of miscommunication — he’ll find small ways to mend things. A cup of tea left by your side. A whispered “I went too far” half-swallowed by the dark. You always forgive him — and he never quite forgives himself

-when you’re nervous, your hands shake. Loki notices every time. He’ll steady them, pretending it’s casual, fingers brushing yours. “Even gods tremble,” he tells you once, voice low. “They just do it when no one’s watching”

-he secretly loves when you wear his clothes — oversized and soft, sleeves swallowing your hands. He never says it aloud, but he stares too long. The smirk gives him away. “They look better on you,” he mutters. “Everything does"

-when you can’t find words for how you feel, Loki fills the silence for you — not with answers, but understanding. “You don’t have to speak,” he says quietly. “I already know.” And somehow, he does

-Loki shows affection through exaggeration. “Without you,” he declares one morning, “Midgard would crumble.” You laugh, calling him dramatic. “Dramatic?” he says, feigning offense. “I’ll have you know that was an understatement”

-there are moments when his sharp tongue slips, when fear makes him cruel. You go quiet then — not out of submission, but disappointment. That’s what gets to him. Later, he’ll come to you, voice small. “You’re far too kind to me.” You answer, “that’s not possible"

-Loki doesn’t always understand kindness. When you do small things — straighten his collar, touch his hair, say “be safe” before he leaves — he looks at you like you’ve handed him something priceless. “You treat me as if I’m… good,” he says once, uncertain. “You are,” you reply

-you never thought someone as sharp as Loki could be soft. But he is, when it’s just you. He’ll trace lazy circles on your skin, whispering things he’d never admit in daylight — regrets, dreams, promises that sound almost mortal

-sometimes he gets lost in thought, caught between the god he was and the man he’s becoming. You don’t pull him out — you just sit beside him, quiet and steady, until he returns. “You always wait for me,” he says once. “You always come back,” you answer

-he jokes that your shyness is his favorite form of flattery. “You go silent every time I walk into a room,” he teases. You respond, “maybe I’m just planning your downfall.” He laughs, the sound like thunder made gentle. “I’d let you”

-loving Loki isn’t about taming the chaos — it’s about being the calm he chooses to come back to. And for all his silver words and ancient power, his voice softens most when he says your name. It’s not worship, not magic — just devotion, quiet and human and real

-loving Loki as a shy, reserved soul is like standing in a quiet room while a storm rages outside. You flinch at every sound, unsure of your place, but he moves beside you like a shadow that comforts instead of scares. He notices the little pauses, the nervous smiles, the way you shrink slightly, and instead of mocking, he cherishes them. His teasing is careful, his touch deliberate, his words a mix of mischief and reassurance. With him, your shyness isn’t a flaw — it’s a language he learns, a rhythm he matches, a world he quietly protects. Loving him means being seen in your quietest moments, and feeling safe in the storm

Your feedback and criticism is greatly appreciated; feel free to leave a comment, it means more than you know 💕

Loki who leaves fine, gift-wrapped dresses on your bed for you to find.

Loki who always walks on the street side of the sidewalk.

Loki who uses his seiðr to lower the temperature of your room when it’s too hot for you to sleep.

Loki who lives for eye contact.

Loki who leaves cold kisses across your shoulders.

Loki who weaves your hair into Asgardian-style braids.

Loki who lets you sleep on his shoulder on the subway after a long day.

Loki who grows his hair out because you said you liked it.

Loki who listens to Midgardian music because you love it.

Loki who sets your morning alarms for you when you forget.

Loki who buys the books you mention and leaves them for you to find.

Loki who wakes you up with his tongue between your thighs.

Loki who conjures a clone of himself after you mention a wet dream you had.

Loki who opens doors for you.

Loki who kisses your spine as you’re on all fours in front of him.

Loki who moans into your mouth when his hair is pulled.

Loki who manspreads because he sees how you look at him when he does.

Loki who likes to fuck you against the wall.

Loki who enters your dreams at night because he can’t get enough of you.

Loki who braids a strand of your hair into his.

Loki who teleports you to a different location at the first sign of danger.

Loki who struggles with the idea of taking you to Asgard.

Loki who shows up on your fire escape late at night.

Loki who whispers nasty things in your ear in public.

Loki who whisks you away to foreign countries for the weekend.

I used to make her these lunches with just anything I could find lying around the kitchen. Mushy banana amuse-bouche. Old fish heads with undercooked rice. It was a real smorgasbord of sick. And I would march down the hallway, head held all high. Nurse’s face would turn green whenever I walked in the room. But not my mum.

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costume design by Kerry-Anne Barnard

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his careful caressing touches, always the first to check on the crew, small hugs and bumps, winks and little cheer up jokes that lighten the mood. THAT'S MY SANJI !!

his teared up eyes when nami was sick, him crying over his mom, his genuine support and devotion to the crew. THAT'S MY SANJI !!

his little playful smirks and banter with zoro, him attentively listening to every story and every piece of information, cooking special meals for nami and waiting for her opinion, joking around with usopp and always looking after him, feeding luffy's curiosity and literally matching the vibe of each crew member. THAT'S MY SANJI !!

OPLA but redrawn as their anime counterparts :D

BAROQUE WORKS' MISS ALL SUNDAY, NICO ROBIN