Loki was laying on his stomach, eyes closed, skin blue and his face wet. He had deeply frozen the first foot of water he was laying on, and the was a bit of frost growing around where his body was touching the ground. He was shivering, something he hadn't really experienced in his lifetime (I would say surprisingly, but it makes sense.)
He wasn't sure what to do.
He wasn't sure if he was experiencing reality or his mid was coming up with everything that had just happened. He didn't even know if he was actually dead.
But Loki knew one thing for sure. He wanted to get out of wherever he was.

He heard some sort of sound, as if something had flew above him fast. Loki opened his eyes and turned his head to look up.

It had become dark and Some sort of meteor shower had appeared in the sky above him. He just sorrowfully watched as the stars fell down to whatever planet he was on. Loki managed a small smile, but the second he did tears started pouring from his eyes. Floods of emotions waged over him. He didn't know why or what it was from, (probably from being, y'now, dead) he just did.

The air around him suddenly felt colder, and the wind started to pick up.

***

Thor landed on rocky terrain, Bailey able to see a foot in front of him. Right as he landed, the wind started furiously blowing against him.

Heimdall has told him, head towards the place that Helheim would be trying to get him away from. Against the wind.

Thor trudged forward, the wind strongly pushing him back. He reached an edge of some sort of lake, river or ocean. Thor called out, "Loki??". It was faint, as the cold wind blowing in his face made it hard to breath. No answer. Still, he walked foward. Every step costing a lot of energy. He finally touched the water, his shoes getting wet. The water, somehow, didn't seem to be effected by the intense wind.

Thor felt a quick gust of wind that pushed him into the water. Weird. He face planted into the now shallow water, getting everything we was Wearing wet

***

Loki felt the wind blowing against his cold, wet face. (That's a weird description but whatever) fog started swirling around him, making but harder to see far away than before. A giant figure walked towards him, only a sillowette could be able to make out. I came closer and closer, as more and more fog blocked Loki's sight.

A giant purple hand came out of the fog in front of him, and about a second after the sight of the large hand Loki felt something grab his ankle and pull him underwater. The surface scraped against the sides of his body as he was pulled in, painfully.