Something slammed into Thor, knocking him off his course so his fingers hit the hard wood of the booth frame rather than the soft, vulnerable throat of the Greek. He growled as he grabbed hold of whatever it was, not caring in the least that it happened to be another body. He didn't even care who's body it was, since whoever it happened to be had robbed him of his goal.
Thor grabbed hold of the legs of the person that hit him, and with barely a grunt, lifted and swung, using the man as a cudgel. One way or another, he was intent upon smashing Zeus into a pulp.