His house was full of gods, and part of him was generally comfortably with the concept because that part was a god. But Blake wasn't quite ready to sign his life to Asgard quite yet; he could accept that there was something in his head, because he couldn't very well deny it, given the evidence, and it seemed that if he was crazy, at least there was a community of crazies who recognized him as Thor before being prompted, and had powers to back it up.
But he still remembered med school - more, he'd grown up here. How did that fit into the idea of Asgard and curses and powers?
He didn't have time to be moody, but it was probably for the best that he was a practicing trauma surgeon; he headed home after his shift, trying not to worry about the ramifications Thor had just smashed into his career by taking what amounted to an extended, unannounced vacation. Then there was a red blur whipping around him, and suddenly, he was watching the streets fading into a gray blur around him. Which was...strange, but he'd seen and done far stranger just these past few weeks.
"So...is there a particular reason you're abducting me?" Because if this was for nefarious purposes, he was cheerfully going to tap into those weird powers he apparently had. His life was complicated enough.