Thor had matured somewhat. Maybe it was the passing of his Father that really kicked him into gear. Or maybe it was the journey he had taken since. Either way, he handled things well enough that he could be content. There was a lot more he still had to face and he would do in good time.
"I am glad" he smiled. "Being back here on Asgard, it reminds me to treasure what I have while I am able. I had hoped to save my Asgard before I found myself on the station. I had not foreseen arriving there nor had I truly foreseen much of what had happened to me but that sort of insight was never part of my calling" he shrugged. "It seems here I have a purpose. And I will not shy away from it"