Drown
Loki had fallen into the water and he was not getting out.
Hulk looked around, and no one seemed was going into the water, no one was taking him out of the water. Which was bad. Loki was one of them now, and Hulk...maybe they weren't friends-friends, but they were something close to that.
And so Hulk threw himself into the water, making a huge splash and looking for the man(god) that he knew was around there, somewhere. He had to be. All of the Hulk's great frame moved in the water (he really didn't like the water) towards the place where he knew Loki had fallen, and there was a shadow, sinking, that he caught easily in one of his big green hands.
Now the important thing was NOT to smash. He had to be careful with his team mate, because even before being drowned Loki had been hurt in the fight, and although the Hulk knew that Loki was able to withstand the full Hulk treatment, this time he didn't want to stop him, or hurt him. No, this time the Hulk wanted to help, although it wasn't his specialty. He was more used to helping by destroying things.
Hulk put Loki on the floor, and realised that he was unconscious – drowned already. He was even white than usual, and very cold to the touch, not moving. Completely wet, the black hair making him look almost like a mermaid. Hulk gave the god a nudge, hoping for a practical joke.
“NOT FUNNY.”
Hulk said,but got no response.
Then he roared on Loki's face, but got no response again.
Hulk was panicking a little. Loki needed help, and his hands were too strong and big to actually help without breaking something in Loki's ribcage. His head lolled a bit. Hulk looked around, but all the others were too busy. He roared loudly, but nobody came to him to his and Loki's aid. So he needed to fixthings himself.
He remembered when he disliked Loki, and for a while everyone else also did. But everyone else hadn't seen how Loki had come back for them when they needed him in Asgard, hadn't seen him fighting alongside Thor and Valkyrie. Strangely enough, it felt way more natural, that, than the speeches he gave when he first came to earth. It felt fitting that he would be their saviour, and that he would finally stop Hela causing the end of all things.
Chaos as a force for good. That was what Loki was now, and Hulk wasn't letting him die, so easily. But shaking him wouldn't work, he knew, he would only cause more damage. He needed some else, he needed.... Banner.
As soon as Bruce was back on his not-green skin, he put his head to Loki's chest, to see if there was any breathing. No such luck.
And so he started CPR, absolutely wet and near naked, but not caring at all. Not only Loki had been a great ally these last times, he was someone Bruce had come to appreciate. He understood what was to hit rock bottom and want it all to end, understood what was to another skin that you struggled to accept. He was witty, and smart and never judged, not even with self loathing self harming thoughts that would deeply alarm everyone else.
Loki was also atoning for past mistakes, for the wrong things he did, and Bruce was trying to do that with the Hulk as well. There were some people, and most of the authorities that would only see them as the horrible things from their past and some days it was bad, but they were doing their best, and they had each other.Well, and Nebula. Although she was different world from both of them. It kind of made Loki seem tame.
To be honest, a lot of the things they'd seen and done in the last couple of years made Loki seem tame. And knowing what he did in Asgard and that he helped save Jane from some space dark elves made Bruce wonder if Loki could qualify as villain anymore. But now was not the time to think about why he wanted to save the guy, but to actually do it.
CPR was hell. He wanted to be careful, because Loki was a fairly thin uy who seemed a bit fragile, but he also knew that he had to put some strength into it if it was going to have any effect. He did the compression and heard for breathing, but nothing. So he continued, one, two, three....
On the back of his mind, Bruce thought about it would affect them if Loki didn't make it. How would it affect Thor,would had lost his brother too many times, and only had Loki left of his whole family; how it would affect Nebula, after a whole life being a lonely assassin with a grudge against her family had finally made a friend; how it would affect him, not being able to save his monster buddy (Loki was the monster parents told their children about; Hulk the beserker that broke Harlem).
“Come on, man.”
Bruce suddenly noticed that there were now other people next to them, hoping, fear in their eyes. Steve, Wanda, Rocket. All in a circle, looking at Loki's still frame, hoping for a happy ending.
More compression. Still nothing.
Maybe it was useless, maybe he'd been too late, maybe...
And suddenly, there was something, a noise, small, but there.
Bruce put Loki on his side, to help him breathe properly and helped him as he coughed.
Everyone breathed, relieved, and smiled at him, told him it was good to see him, and Banner very carefully helped him up. Loki wiped his face, pretending all that wetness was from the water, and not from some unavoidable tears.
It was the first time that he died and so many people cared.
So many friends.