For the Love of Loki

Bleak

"What?"
"Miss Ranna are you lying to us?" Stark asked.
"Umm.. uh..."
"Yes she is fibbing on multiple levels." Loki replied.
She looked down at her hand and looked toward her ring that contained the storm inside, finding it in Stark's hands.
"May I have my ring please?"
" Until you answer our questions."
She stood to leave. and captain America grabbed her wrist.
"Let me go."
"No sit down"
I have to go"
"No"
She began to quiver,
"Please."
"No"
She felt her hands growing cold and soon slightly frosted over.
"You hands are so cold.why?"
"Please let ME GO!!"
She yanked her hand out of his grasp but releasing her wrath and frosting the table and her stool.
Tears streamed down her face and she stepped back looking at her frosted blue tipped hands and whispered "I can't control it."
"I'm little red."
"That ring you took, took away control of the curse."
She stepped back, frost footprints following, tears on her face.
She turned her back to them.
Then she felt someone hugging her.
Who'd want to hug a cursed girl that could kill you.
Apparently Loki does.
She cried even harder realizing who it was and he whispered,
"It's okay."
Cold arms wrapped around her fragile frame realizing red was the one secret she was ok letting out, but her anorexia and self harm ,no.
🌙🌙🌙
She fell asleep on the way to stark tower.
Natasha whispered, " she so tiny and skinny."
"She must weigh under ninety pounds"
Bruce replied.
"Is that even healthy?" Stark jutted in
"It would suit her if she had maybe five more pounds but she looks sick." Steve replied.
💭💭💭
She woke in a bed.
Alone.