This is the first part of a two-shot. Enjoy! Please tell me if you notice mistakes. I will try to improve. Also, for my I don't remember readers I will update as soon possible.

Water. Everywhere is water. Water in his throat, water in his nose, water in his eyes, water in his lungs and the worst is that it never stops. It never stops burning him, or making him reveal his true skin. And for that, Loki cries.

He would never admit that it was the pain of the lack of air that it was for.

But why does Loki cry? It's not as if it is helping him in any way. His tears dissolve in the water within little moments, and no one would be even able to see them. They only thing they would see is his pained face, blue and marked with eyes as red as blood. His Jotun form. Loki hates it. But he can't unsee it, now that chains hold him under water, in a small glass cell, keeping him from reaching the surface as a punishment for his misdeeds on Midgard.

Something red blurs in his vision and it draws his attention away from the burning feeling in his lungs for moment, only a little bit, but a little bit is enough to see that is Thor standing in front of his cell, Mjolnir in hand and blue eyes looking sad as always.

Or was there a time when those eyes had looked with happiness upon him? Loki could no longer recall those times, for the burning drowning feeling had taken all of his memory along with his tears. He doesn't even know anymore for how long he's been in here. He sees Thor through the glass, ignores his own pain and the former god moves his body closer to the glass. Closer to Thor. Presses his hands against the glass and and forms without air the words:

"Help me."

Thors' expression doesn't even change, but Loki can feel his own do so. It's becoming more desperate. The burning feeling is much stronger now and before he can start to feel breaking apart in front of Thor Loki swims upwards, fast, to reach the surface, to break through-

"No!" Loki is yanked back downwards, by the chain around his ankle, holding him down and disabling him from reaching the oh-so-sweet air he longs for. Pain spreads through his entire body and Loki doesn't know whether it's from the feelings he has in front of Thor, or the lack of air again. The lie-smith lets himself sink down slowly, not even bothering to attempt to move again and he feels how his own body touches the floor softly.

Loki lays himself down and inhales. Within seconds, he regrets it. His body starts jerking and he coughs, inhaling more water sharply throughout the process and new tears form in his eyes, dissolving immediately. It must have looked terrible. He glares back at the side of the cage where Thor stood. Still stands, apparently. Thor looks through the glass to where Loki lies and to the tricksters'surprise he lifts his hand up, up to where Loki had put his own blue coloured hand against the glass and Thor lets it rest there. A movement of Thors' mouth draws Lokis' attention.

"Loki."

And even though Loki cannot even hear Thor, or feel the words hit him, he knows Thor just spoke. Thor spoke for him. Thor spoke. Loki with his silver tongued mouth isn't even able to breathe, but the golden thunder god can speak. And Loki now knows why he cries his tears out into the water. Thor spoke for him. Loki doesn't react to it, no instead a bitter feeling comes up in Loki and he curls in on himself, crying even more of his tears into the water surrounding him, the ever-drowning-ever-burning-ever-revealing-ever-lasting-pain.

From outside Thor can watch Loki's sobs wreck through his blue body in the form of tiny shaking movements as he cries without a sound. After a while he can't stand it to watch his former brother for any longer and Thor turns his back and leaves.

As Thor leaves, and the trickster lifts his head slightly up, he can see the blurred shape of the red cape become less and lesser notable until it has completely left his view. Just like the tears left his eyes, or the happiness his memory.