Summons (TAG: ODIN)
Weeks had passed since Thor had been surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of his home in Asgard.
He hadn't intended on staying away that long. Usually he was gone, at most, a week. And by then his desire to be near his children, beloved brothers, and friends was significant enough that he couldn't be absent for much more than that. Though he longed to be away from the environment itself, for all the painful memories it held; he couldn't bear being away from the people within it. A time would soon come where he would need to reconcile with the bitterness and the anger he carried around day after day, for events that had already come to pass. Things that couldn't be changed. If he was ever to feel truly at home in Asgard again, he would need to accept that what was lost, was truly gone.
As it was, he didn't accept that. He didn't accept that Baldr was gone. He didn't want to think about his failed marriage with Sif. These were things that, try as he might; he could not get beyond. It was not in his nature to avoid something. But he could think of no way to fix either situation, no action to take... and when the thought of it only served to enrage or sadden him, he chose distraction. He chose to avoid.
Which was what he had been doing in Midgard when he received the summons from Odin; a call he responded to promptly. His respect for his father was long standing. Though he may not have always had a handle on his temper, or his reactions; he did always try his best to do what Odin had asked of him.
So he moved quickly, not wanting to waste time, and made his way to his father's great hall of Valaskjolf. When he reached the large doors, he pushed them open and strode in; calling out to him.