"Blot?! Stain... where's the stain?!" Loki anxiously felt along the wall tiles. After he saw the black tile, he hammered it hard, only to find there was no reaction at all.
He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. Not only could he no longer feel the pain in his collarbone at all, his mind was racing. He leaned closer, then grabbed the torch beside him. The instant the flames swept over the wall tile, the revolving door let out a heavy sound.
Splash—smack!
"Oh... ptooey... ptooey, ptooey..."
Soaked from head to toe, Thor lay sprawled on the ground, spitting up water. Loki was nearly out of his mind with rage. He waved the torch and roared, "You damned bastard! How dare you!!!"
Thor simply lay there on his back, lifted his face, and smiled at Loki. Loki threw the torch aside, dragged him up from the ground, and clamped his arms tightly around his neck. "If you ever dare throw me in here alone again, I'll kill you!!! Bastard!!!!"
"Cough, cough... cough, cough, cough..." Thor broke free of him with ease, took a few rough breaths, and looked at him through his dripping wet long hair, smiling as he said, "I told you, your memory isn't very good. You've said that probably thousands of times, and I'm still alive and well."
Loki was so furious he looked left and right, then picked up another torch and swung it at Thor. Thor hurriedly reached out both hands to stop him. "Don't, don't, don't. You're an ordinary person right now. Don't burn yourself!"
Loki had clearly lost his head with anger and had even forgotten how to speak English, cursing out a whole string of Old Norse.
"All right, all right." Thor hurried to soothe him, giving Loki