Thor didn't hear her. For the next several minutes, he didn't hear anything. He didn't see anything other than targets in front of him to be destroyed. When his breathing finally calmed, and the red receded from his brain, he found himself standing in front of a pile of rubble that had had once been a home.
Again.
With a groan, Thor rubbed his hands over his eyes, wondering when or if this curse would pass. Would he forever be followed by these fits? Would he never have anything of his old life back?
A large pouch appeared in his hand, and he tossed it on the broken bits of wood and thatch. It jingled heavily when it landed. There was more in it than would be needed to rebuild, but it was the very least he could do. The very least.
Turning to leave, he caught sight of the foreign woman watching him. Thor didn't want to know what she thought of what she'd just seen. Obviously it upset her, she was shivering. Then he frowned, and strode toward her with a purposeful step. When he stood in front of her, he pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around her, making certain it was tucked tight around her smaller frame.
"Stay out of the snowbanks," he told her gruffly, then turned to leave. Again.