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Loki would approach you, a sharp smile etched on his face, heavy with jokes and provocations, waiting to see you tremble or blush. And you always denied him that reaction; instead, you responded with wit, sarcasm, or such calm that you made him doubt himself. And when the sound of your laughter reached his ears for the first time… Oh, Freyja, protect him. It felt just like that time Brunhilde smiled at him, like a direct blow to a part of his chest he'd rather ignore.

He doesn't know how to love gently. His nature is obsessive, distorted and intense. And all of that extends to the feelings that haunt him.

Loki started looking for you "by chance." Writing about you in his journal. Appearing upside down above your head when you least expected it. Creating little replicas of you, studying every gesture and expression, as if you were a riddle he needed to solve.

And you, without even knowing it, had become his favorite pastime… And something much deeper that neither of you could name at that moment.

The confession came almost as a double shock. His reputation preceded him, and not only that, but his elitist view of humanity didn't help his case either. He didn't have to hear you speak because your face showed your consideration of his words as a cruel joke.

❝Why would someone like him notice me? He must be playing with me,❞ your mind kept repeating. Your thinking was quite logical, which led to a subtle anger slowly coursing through your veins. Things like that shouldn't be played with; neither you nor your feelings were a joke for his own amusement.

That's when he became genuinely confused. For the first time in his eons of existence, someone was accusing him of something he hadn't done. Soon, that confusion enveloped him in a dark, burning aura. His strong emotions were nothing more than cannons waiting to be fired, and your audacity had become a sudden target.

Before Loki could even measure his own words, he launched himself and blurted out whatever came to mind.

❝How dare you doubt me? Do you think I need to play with you for my amusement?"

Amid his outburst of hatred for being rejected, something in the air stopped him once again. It was a mere second, an instant in which his eyes met yours, and what he glimpsed in those depths, he recognized as pain. You weren't angry, you were hurt, and that was even worse.

His gaze, once overflowing with rage, lowered in unison with his chin. To prove it wasn't a trick, he did something he would never do, jokingly or not. Swallowing his pride and silencing his disdain for vulnerability, he finished floating, his feet touching the ground. It was a slight descent, but for someone of his stature, it was symbolically enormous.

Silence reigned in the room, deep and somewhat uncomfortable.

❝I'm not playing with you,❞ he confessed, his intentions now clear, devoid of any theatricality that had once accompanied him. And that's when you began to honestly believe him.

It was a gradual process, because when you finally accepted his feelings and admitted your own, everything about him seemed to light up. A pause of excited surprise passed over his expression, followed by a loving smile. It wasn't physically possible, but he felt how your simple smile melted him.

❝Ah…❞ He sighed, ❝so this is what it feels like.❞

From that day on, Loki promised a thousand things. He would protect you, he would annoy you, he would worship you, and he would watch over you with a devotion that no one would ever have expected from the god of deception.

You lowered your gaze. You looked at your hands and thought they were enough, that you were enough. But the thought didn't quite take hold.

Is everything you've done, everything you're doing, actually enough?

You didn't cry. You weren't capable of crying. That was what frustrated you most. The falling tears, at least, would be a physical manifestation, a visible sign that the pain existed as a whole. But the suffering was silent. A voice inside you seemed to know everything: everything you weren't, everything you should be to deserve something.

You're not enough. You never were. You never will be.

You didn't hear him come in. So focused on your sorrow that you didn't notice your partner's arrival in the room. However, he did notice you. His eyes carefully scanned your figure, taking in every detail that revealed so much about you without your even realizing it. He didn't need eloquent words or actions; he simply knew you like the back of his hand.

He approached you slowly, maintaining a safe distance for your own comfort. He respected the fragile silence that surrounded you, not wanting to intrude abruptly when you still seemed lost in thought. Even so, after a moment of proper self-meditation, he spoke.

❝It seems something hurts you more than usual today.❞

A small smile touched his face. He stood in front of you when your gaze finally fell upon him. There was no urgency in his actions, in the way he knelt down and took your hands.

❝I don't think I can convince you of anything right now,❞ he said, gently squeezing your hands in his, ❝but I can stay with you until you learn how valuable you are.❞

That seemed to be the trigger that unlocked your tears, for they soon began to flow freely down your face.

He wasn't trying to change your opinion of yourself. Instead, he was offering you another possibility, even more special in its rarity. He was offering you his time, a gaze that didn't seek to compare, a touch that invited you to relax… He promised you a safe place where you could feel understood.

And, even though you still doubted yourself, for a moment you allowed yourself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, you weren't broken, but simply tired.

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You lowered your gaze. You looked at your hands and thought they were enough, that you were enough. But the thought didn't quite take hold.

Is everything you've done, everything you're doing, actually enough?

You didn't cry. You weren't capable of crying. That was what frustrated you most. The falling tears, at least, would be a physical manifestation, a visible sign that the pain existed as a whole. But the suffering was silent. A voice inside you seemed to know everything: everything you weren't, everything you should be to deserve something.

You're not enough. You never were. You never will be.

You didn't hear him come in. So focused on your sorrow that you didn't notice your partner's arrival in the room. However, he did notice you. His eyes carefully scanned your figure, taking in every detail that revealed so much about you without your even realizing it. He didn't need eloquent words or actions; he simply knew you like the back of his hand.

He approached you slowly, maintaining a safe distance for your own comfort. He respected the fragile silence that surrounded you, not wanting to intrude abruptly when you still seemed lost in thought. Even so, after a moment of proper self-meditation, he spoke.

❝It seems something hurts you more than usual today.❞

A small smile touched his face. He stood in front of you when your gaze finally fell upon him. There was no urgency in his actions, in the way he knelt down and took your hands.

❝I don't think I can convince you of anything right now,❞ he said, gently squeezing your hands in his, ❝but I can stay with you until you learn how valuable you are.❞

That seemed to be the trigger that unlocked your tears, for they soon began to flow freely down your face.

He wasn't trying to change your opinion of yourself. Instead, he was offering you another possibility, even more special in its rarity. He was offering you his time, a gaze that didn't seek to compare, a touch that invited you to relax… He promised you a safe place where you could feel understood.

And, even though you still doubted yourself, for a moment you allowed yourself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, you weren't broken, but simply tired.

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Psychological Core: Trauma, Power, and Control

To understand Doflamingo as a lover, you have to understand his trauma:

Born as a Celestial Dragon, stripped of that power, and thrown into a world that despised him.

Watched his mother die, his father murdered, and endured torture and starvation with his brother.

Returned to the underworld and rebuilt his empire by force.

He emerged with a worldview shaped by this belief:

“The world is cruel. Power is the only truth. Family is earned through absolute loyalty.”

This fundamental distrust of the world shapes every relationship he forms—including romantic ones.

Love = Loyalty

Doflamingo doesn’t love the way most people do. He’s not emotionally available, nor vulnerable. But he does have the capacity to form devoted, obsessive, and protective bonds—just look at his crew.

His idea of love would be:

Fierce protection (like how he shields Baby 5 and defends Trebol).

Possessive loyalty (like his obsession with his brother, Corazon, and the violent betrayal he felt).

Dominance and control (he treats his crew as subordinates and family simultaneously—you love him on his terms).

So, as a lover:

He would not tolerate betrayal—even emotional distance might trigger him.

He would expect complete devotion, absolute discretion, and loyalty to his vision.

You would be part of his world, not the other way around.

Dangerous Love

Doflamingo is canonically a sadist and manipulator—he kills without hesitation, uses people as pawns, and only trusts those he molds himself.

So, in romance:

He may test you constantly—emotionally, mentally, even physically—to gauge your loyalty.

He may gaslight or punish you for disobedience, not because he’s insecure, but because he believes in control over chaos.

He might call it love, but it’s closer to ownership unless you’ve earned a deeper place in his psyche.

But—if you do? You become his.

Jealousy & Possessiveness

Doflamingo doesn’t get “insecure,” but he does get possessive.

He sees you as part of his kingdom—his partner, his property, his pride.

Anyone who tries to flirt with you, touch you, or even speak to you in a way he doesn’t like? Eliminated.

You won’t always know he’s watching, but his influence is always there—a nod from a waiter, a glance from a subordinate. Everyone knows you’re his.

Private vs. Public

In public, he treats you with controlled distance.

He's not openly affectionate—but the way people fear stepping too close to you makes it clear who you belong to.

He may smirk when you’re standing by his side like a queen—but he rarely touches in front of others.

However, if someone disrespects you? All hell breaks loose.

In private:

He may lower the façade. Slightly.

He’ll allow physical closeness: your hand on his chest, your fingers in his hair, your lips at his throat.

But even in intimacy, he’s dominant—sex is a power play, and tenderness is earned.

Comparison: Crew = Prototype

Doflamingo treats his crew as a found family—Trebol, Diamante, Pica, Baby 5, and others all serve under him with almost cult-like loyalty. He feeds them, protects them, controls them, but also rewards them for loyalty.

Your relationship would follow a similar structure:

He gives you power (status, protection, luxury) if you serve his world.

He punishes betrayal with no hesitation.

He values loyalty above all else, and views emotional connection through that lens—not empathy, not understanding, but fealty.

Can He Love? Truly?

Yes—in his own way.

Doflamingo can form attachments. His hatred for his brother’s betrayal shows he’s capable of emotional hurt.

His twisted affection for his crew shows he can care.

But his love is corrupted by control. He doesn’t just want to be loved—he wants to be obeyed, feared, and needed.

You wouldn’t be in a “normal” relationship. You’d be in a kingdom—his kingdom—with you on a leash unless you rise high enough to share his throne.

In Summary:

Loving Doflamingo is like loving fire. It warms you, burns you, consumes you—and if you can’t control it, it destroys you.

You would be protected, but never free.

Cherished, but never equal—unless you prove yourself more than a pretty pawn.

You would either be his queen/king or his possession—there’s nothing in between.