At first, he couldn't understand what was going on. Thor had been helping Jacob prepare breakfast at the cottage with Torunn and Pixie, when Vallo upended his life for the millionth time and put a straight shot of memories from his home universe into his brain. Unfiltered, unexpected, and full of grief and sorrow.
In what was becoming an increasingly worrying common denominator in his life, he had lost yet another loved one.
The insanely talented, kindhearted, and beautiful Jane Foster had lost her life in battle, while saving the universe. One minute Thor was blissfully unaware of this immense loss, then he was opening the door to the pantry to get the flour for the pancakes as Vallo decided to ruin the day once again.
The bag of flour had slipped from his hands and made a mess of the large pantry's floor, as Thor stood stock still. And while his brain fought to make sense of the images and feelings he was being forced to take in, he slipped away to the unnerving depths of Lucifer's Hell, his self guilt coming back in full force. Only ten feet away, his family remained unaware of what happened.
No amount of sex with Jake could pull him away from the oppressing feelings of self loathing and grief he now found himself in. As he relived the years since Thanos' final defeat, he found himself in an endless loop of punishment that he brought down on himself as he refused to forgive himself for the events that proceeded to occur in his mind's eye.
Loop after loop, he replayed the final battle with Gorr and Jane's ultimate demise. And despite the comforting last words from Mighty Thor, despite the love she was exuding, he heard and felt none of it because he wasn't yet ready to. Doomed was he now to relive her death over and over, surrounded by the shadowy whispering avatars of his parents and brother who had also been ripped away from him.