I stare at the man in front of me. A man who a) seems to have abducted me from the Logies and b) is now telling me he is or isn't the Norse God of Mischief/Marvel super villain. He looks a bit like the movie villain but not entirely. I've met the actor who plays him and while they look very similar you would still tell the difference. This guy is, if anything, is slightly taller and (dare I say it) even better looking (yeah I didn't think that was possible either).

What is most disturbing - well other than being plucked from my hotel room before the big awards presentation and transported, probably to another planet, by a menacing "god" - is that "Loki" knows my name.

"How the hell do you know my name?" I repeat eyeing him suspiciously - he still has an air of danger about him but I'm a dog with a bone now and yeah I'm scared and obviously in a strange place with a possible lunatic, however I'm not giving up until I get some answers.

His eyes are blazing but so, I know, are mine.

I rip my hand from his and step back so I can jab my index finger into his breastbone.

"And how the Hell did I get here and what do you mean you are the Norse God of Mischief and a Marvel Super Villain and yet you aren't?" I ask poking at his chest with each question.

His eyes soften slightly and he moves his own hand up to capture my finger before I can jab him again.

"I am Loki of Asgard, the real one," he answers looking me in the eye and sighing, his voice is still low and a little menacing but I'm starting to think a lot of the tough/creepy guy stuff was just for show. Still I'm not going to turn my back on him any time soon. I still have the indents of his fingers on my wrists and, well, I'm not back at the Crown Casino yet am I?

"And you ask a lot of questions!" he growls.

I laugh at this - not one of those full laughs - but that nervous half laugh you get in times of stress, it's a little too loud and a little too high.

His hand moves from my index finger to envelop my whole hand and he tugs, motioning to the grand stairs behind us.

"Come!" he commands.

I don't deal well with commands or demands - dad always use to call me his little warrior - up for a battle if I sensed injustice or i just plain didn't want to do something. I may have mellowed with age, but not that much.  

"We need to talk I think," he says, it a bit more of an invite this time - he thinks he's learning - but not quick enough. He still expects me to follow meekly and sit beside him to "talk" but I don't.

I'm actually getting bloody angry now - really bloody angry and that's not good for anyone.

"The hell we do!" I growl.

"What we need "LOKI"," I say, half spitting his name.

"Is for you to return me to the Logies and leave me the HELL alone - I'm missing the awards! People will be searching for me!"

He sighs again. "You've been gone less than a minute of your time and I can have you back before anyone realises you've been gone at all!" he growls.

I look him in the eye - still not really appeased.

"Oh you're a Timelord now are you, Loki-not-Loki?" I spit, my body now quivering with rage, not fear.

And then, for the first time, I see the hint of a smile on his face and he even rolls his eyes at me, looking skyward, possibly actually regretting stealing me away from earth.

He lets out a heavy breath and looks at me.

"No but there are spells and we need a little time to talk I think - it is obvious you've been told nothing of your heritage, your royal blood or your destiny Caitlin," he says shaking his head and sighing. "Bloody Thor!"

"There's a Thor? What does your brother have to do with this?" I ask, eyes widening like saucers - now there's a man (well the Australian actor that plays him is hot, I can only imagine the real thing is even better given my current example).

The eye roll is back and he motions me again to the stairs - "Sit!" it's not menacing at all now but it's still a command but he's peaked my curiosity so I figure I should do it. We sit a little way apart on the wide stone stairs (no easy feat in this dress I can tell you) and he turns to me, shaking his head yet again, obviously wondering where to start this little story.

"Caitlin what does your family name mean?" he asks finally. It's not what I expected and I cock and eyebrow at him in speculation.

"Son of Eric- but Eric means ever or eternal ruler," I say and he nods.

"Eric was the head of one of six clans chosen to lead Asgard. Each clan takes a turn to rule," he starts to explain but I interrupt him. He's just said Asgard - holy frigging hell I'm ACTUALLY on Asgard.

"Asgard? Really Asgard?" I ask enthusiastically and he laughs.

"Yes Caitlin - you are on the planet of Asgard - the planet of your forefathers. But we aren't gods or villains - we are just ordinary people - well slightly more than ordinary but not all powerful, well not totally all powerful," he gives up trying to sound like Asgardians are humble ordinary folk and moves on quickly.

"However we've visited your planet many times over the years and we have seeped into your folklore in many and varied ways," he continues starting to sound like he is explaining string theory to a four year old with no chance of grasping it.

I go to interrupt him and ask him what they call my planet but he narrows his eyes at me.

"I can only hold time for half an hour of Mid ah Earth's time and if you want to get back to your banquet I suggest you let me finish," he says and although I'm smiling because he pretty much called Earth Midgard, I make a lock sign in front of my lips and nod for him to continue. I'm not sure I'm buying this story but hey, I have no other explanation yet and I'm stuck here until he sends me back.

"There are six clans - Errikkson, Stevenson, Pieterson, Magnusson, Davidson and Laufeyson," he says, looking at me quickly and watching me smirk. I am victim to yet another eye-roll and a half laugh.

"Yes I'm Loki Laufeyson," he sighs before continuing, "I'm the current king - taking over from the previous ruler, Odin about 28 of your earth years ago," Loki says looking at me for some recognition, but it is all new to me and I have no idea what he is talking about.

"That's less than two Asgardian years though."

I half smile and tell him it's a fascinating system but it has nothing to do with me. 

Loki shakes his head and smiles back and it's finally a warm smile with a hint of the cheekiness of our legends. He moves in a little closer and takes one of my hands and surprisingly I let him. His hand feels a little calloused and I wonder if that is from sword training or horse riding or something princely (maybe, just maybe he's telling the truth). He leans in very close to me and I get that alluring smell of peppermint and herbs again. He growls in that low voice and something stirs in my stomach (oh god this is not good - he's a figment of my imagination at best and an intergalactic psychopath at worst).

"Oh but Cait this is where you are wrong - this system has everything to do with you...... and me," he adds quietly, looking slightly wolfish again. I start to wonder what he's up to and maybe suspect where he's going with this.

"You see," he says grabbing my other hand and moving in even closer if that is possible.

"All the princes of the realm are encouraged to marry for love and to marry outside the clans to keep the bloodlines diverse.

"But not the king Cait - the king must marry for unity of the clans.

"The king must marry the granddaughter of the previous ruler - they are promised Cait, promised," he stops and then moves his lips close to my ear and adds slowly and huskily. "The Laufeyson king must wed the Errikson princess," it's almost more of a caress than a sentence. I shiver from something but I don't think its fear anymore before proper realisation begins to dawn on me.

I quickly move back from him, shaking my head as I stand up.

"No! I'm from Earth, I'm Australian and I'm no Princess!" I say getting louder as the sentence goes on.

I shake my head again - I know my history - this can't be right - it's not - it's the ravings of a mad man. My grandfather was Owen - he was a businessman who died before I was born and my dad, Tony is a country doctor not some prince of an alien realm. It's all bullcrap.

"I don't believe you!" I say looking him straight in the eye. He has stood up and is standing in front of me toe-to-toe.

"I won't listen to this rubbish anymore, send me home!" I demand.

"As you wish," he says moving in close to me again.

"But you will be back!" he whispers.

I start to tell him that he is gravely mistaken and I'll slap an intergalactic restraining order if he tries (they have to exist right?). However before I finish, I'm glowing with the golden-green light and before I know it I'm back in my hotel room at the Crown, phone in hand and my co-star on the line.