Summer put one arm behind her head. “There’s no understanding him, is there? I mean, I still don’t understand why he came back here. Or, hell, why he came here in the first place. Earth, I mean.”
He shrugged one shoulder. “He didn’t say much when he showed up; just that he needed a safe place to stay, and he couldn’t—or wouldn’t, I guess—ask Thor. Something to do with Thanos, as became evident later on.”
“But why /you/?” she mused. “He’s the trickster god, we’ve seen him shapeshift. He didn’t need to come /here/, to the place he got his ass handed to him before.”