So he hadn't destroyed the bar this time. Actually, he hadn't even come close, though he'd been a bit worried about that. There had been a moment or two in his conversation with Loki when that feeling had been there, and he'd had to work to control it. But he had. He'd kept from ruining anything. Not Ninkasi's bar, and not his chance to make things right with Loki.
He'd made sure everything was clean and well stocked before he left, and that the note with the money was where it needed to be. He paid for what he took, always. It wouldn't be fair to Ninkasi if he didn't, and considering all she'd done for him, she deserved more than fair. Then he'd gone home and considered how to deal with the next person that needed an apology.
Except it had felt less like consideration, and more like a wound left to fester. Thor had dropped into the bar a few times, looking for his friend, needing to talk to her, but she'd not been around. So he finally went looking for her the only other place she frequented regularly. Though, because she was such a free spirit, he couldn't be sure she was home. And so, after knocking, he stood on her doorstep and waited for her to answer, rather than just barging inside as he might with some other people.
He really hoped Ninkasi was around. He had a lot to tell her.