Thor listened as closely as he could with the blood in his ears pounding. He waited. He forced himself to wait even when he was certain the creatures had gone. He couldn't risk assumption. It felt like hours though it was doubtful that it was that long. The sun hadn't even moved much across the sky.

He turns carefully, moving to stand slowly. His muscles ached from holding the position for so long. The ladder was a little unsteady but was against grass. He just needed to get to the top and drop off to avoid any twangs against the metal siding.

Once successful he creeps back towards the fence. His height allows him to get over the fence quietly enough but he crouches beside it for some time, listening carefully for any movements. Only when he was certain did he move back towards the shelter he had with Loki.

Finding his brother lying at the base of the stairs send his heart into his throat. He gathers him quickly, carrying him to the bedroom. The small set of first aid supplies were fetched and he takes a moment to wash his hands before touching the wound.

He gave his brother a shake periodically, trying to get him to wake back up. Sleeping right now wasn't a good idea. He needed to get him conscious again.