It was a location Thor himself would far rather avoid, for the rest of his days; but Forseti had been drawn to those shores time and again since the passing of his parents. Thor could avoid a setting, a location, almost indefinitely if he chose it. He would not, however, avoid his nephew. Not now, not when he was in so much pain.
He'd been there as Forseti watched his parents fade out of his life; he'd held onto him, weeping as he attempted to offer comfort. But there had been nothing he could give then, no words of solace that came out of his mouth, only the sound of his own voice cracked in anguish as he watched his beloved brother and best friend go, knowing he'd never see him again.
Thor had barely been able to hold himself together the past few weeks, alternating between rage and despair. But this was Baldr's son. He would not fail his brother by not doing whatever he could for Forseti, especially now. If he needed anything, Thor would see to it that it was his. His family was the one grounding aspect of his life, they alone were what made him capable of redeeming action. And for them, he would bite back the pain, if only temporarily; while he sought out his nephew. If the need called for strength, or support - he could be that for him, completely and without hesitation. He may not have the right words to express it; but with his presence, he hoped, he could communicate that.
He placed on a secure hand on his nephew's shoulder in greeting, moving to stand beside him.
"Would you mind my company?"
If Forseti preferred solitude, Thor would grant him that; he did not want to impose. He could not imagine how difficult it had been for him, watching everyone grieve so desperately for that loss. A loss that was undoubtedly felt the deepest by Forseti. Thor regretted that it had taken him this long to pull himself together enough to offer him support.