Thor made his way over to the apartment without delay, save his steps were not as quick as he would have liked. He was tired. Though the Revengers 2.0 were victorious, a stone now safely within their hold, much continued to weigh on the 'King.' It had been strangely enjoyable to spend time working with Steve Rogers once more--they had not spent time together for more than a few hours total in the years that had passed on the island. A battle always roused Thor's blood. It was his mind that grew heavy with concern some of which was new while other worries were as old as their plan to fight Thanos.
Returning from the mission had proven a shock. Rather than being greeted by a family to partake in revelry over their victory he had found nothing but a quiet, decrepit feeling mansion. It was empty, void of happiness. He found his phone to be stuffed with calls and messages, several from Rhysand, and then the Network....Oh....what a blight that thing was. Thor had slumped into his favorite chair and simply spent the following few hours from return reading. Finally, after he had dredged through it all, a new ring came.
Brynhild wanted permission to turn someone.
Thor knew he should have taken more time away from the horrible, hefty news he had just absorbed before responding. He didn't. Despite his better judgement as he sat there debating what to say he instead shot back with a callous, thoughtless reply. From there they only started to spiral. In his dreadful mood it was about to become an argument and if he hadn't have walked away from his phone to guzzle an ale and shove some form of food into his mouth while he considered what she had asked he would have lost his damn mind and electrocuted half the Station.
But arguing with Bryn after everything that had happened to him, knowing what was happening to her daughters, it wasn't worth it. It was not a battle he needed to fight and certainly not a battle he needed to win. She was hurting. He was aching. Why did they have to make it worse? They didn't. So he deflected and changed the conversation to stop that kind of madness before they regret it all, before an argument over text turned into something much worse.
Walking through the front door of the apartment Thor locked it behind his back and head straight toward the bathroom, removing his army green jacket and just letting it drop on the nearest chair back. He tossed his phone on a table as he passed by, as well as his belt which came off with a clink of the metal buckle and an easy swish as it was drawn through the loops. Hard footsteps brought him to the doorway and he looked upon Brynhild, ears full of a song he was sure he'd heard but he couldn't remember. Then he crossed the room, reaching for the beautiful redhead as he closed the gap with two quick paces, and pulled her in for a tight hug. Thor's chin nestled against her neck, eyes closing as he just held her unrelenting in his grasp.