“I am Loki,” he says in reply. He doesn’t continue. He is not of Asgard when he has forsaken it, he cannot claim to be an Odinson when it was never true. He certainly cannot claim to be a Laufeyson after killing his true father in cold blood. Loki is the only name he has. “I know,” is Harry’s reply. “How could you possibly know?” Harry shrugs. “I tend to know things. Perk of the job.” “And what is your job?” Harry turns to him, green eyes light. “Keeper of the keys.”
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А чё, все еду постят, вот и я тоже. Пришли новые насадки на конд. мешок. Замутила пироженки, чтобы проверить, как работают (интересно же). Ну... в общем, конечно, легче, чем с прежними, но пока всё ожидаемо кривенько. Но вкусно) Кому (ну, вдруг) надо рецепт - он очень простой, могу скинуть)