Poems I've written as I go through life :)

In which Louis expresses his love for Harry as they lay in between the sheets.

In which Louis goes to the grocery store every day to get a gallon of milk, and Harry is always sat on his porch with a cig in hand, watching him walk by.

Loki is broken, He doesn't have anything anymore. To him his existence is inadequate,..worthless. Can Natasha and the other avengers convince him that, that's not true before it's too late? The title is from the song how to Save a Life by The Fray