A castle for us

My arms

You must've crashed out as soon as you hit the bed. Jet lag was bad, you'd heard, but you never imagined it would quite nearly kill you. You hadn't even had a chance to go out or get dinner but it didn't matter to you right now. Corey's comfort was your number one priority. It was around 3am when you woke up. Eyes adjusting to your phone screen. Mouth dry. Your feet took you to the bathroom for some tap water and that's when you heard it. Corey sobbing uncontrollably. You knocked once, then twice. No answer.
"Corey?"
Still no answer.
"Corey? You doing ok in there?"
He didn't answer but the sobbing had stopped. Heavy footsteps sounded as he unlocked the bathroom door and opened it. You pulled him in for a tight hug. He was crying into your arms. It seemed like only yesterday when he found you on that beach, crying into his. His arms let go of you and, at first you had no idea what to do so you acted on impulse and kissed his hand. He seemed surprised at the sudden touch but he returned the gesture.
"What's going on? Are you ok?" Your voice was faint and soft. It seemed to ease him slightly. Not being able to read Corey's mind was a huge disadvantage and, with regular people, you'd be able to fix what was wrong with them. Say the exact words they want to hear. With Corey, however, you felt like you were treading on eggshells. You had no idea what went on in that beautiful brain of his.
"It's nothing. Last time I was in New York- I- some bad stuff happened to me."
You didn't know how to reply. You didn't think anyone would. So you kissed him. A small, sweet kiss. His lips were soft and warm. You went from acting on impulse to acting on instinct. His arms suddenly snaked around your neck and were pulling you back to him. Close to him. The kiss was rougher this time and filled to the brim with passion. Every time you two pulled apart for air the kiss became more and more intense. It felt like the two of you were melting together, becoming one. Hands started to travel. Yours too. They travelled across his chest and trailed his defined collar bones, his jawline, his toned arms then to the hem of his shirt and slowly worked it off of him, he did the same to you.
Caressing.
Breathing.
Panting.
He pushed you back into the bed, straddling you and gripping your hair. You'd never seen this side of him. He was always gentle and sure to give you space. Right now he'd completely thrown all of that out the window. He began to unbuckle your belt and undo your jeans. In his lust dazed brain he couldn't figure out how to. You quickly gave him the help he needed, kissing his hands to get him to release the zip. He pulled them off of you before throwing them to the other side of the room. As soon as your focus was on him again you seemed like the both of you were melting into each other. Skin on skin. God was he beautiful.
He started to nip at your neck, collarbones and ears. Whispering sweet nothings to you. Causing small bruises to form on your skin. Littering you in marks, asking if everything he was doing was ok. You couldn't keep your hands off of him and he just couldn't stop making you yelp in pleasure. At this point you were putty in his hands and every time you collided with him you felt ethereal. His skin was hot to the touch and it made you want to set yourself alight.
"I feel- a little- overdressed- for this" he managed to pant out between kisses and bites. You took his words to heart and started to wiggle his jogging bottoms off. Then came his boxers.
Oh. GOD.
He paused looking to you, asking if he could go further. Head nodding, you took his hand in yours, bringing it to your face for comfort.
He pushed inside of you and you were overcome with absolute bliss.
Then it fell. You were in darkness. You were in his mind. You were connected physically and mentally.
You were paralysed.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head and gripping his arms, almost drawing blood. Every  one of his thoughts, emotions and memories flooded into your mind at once. You dug your nails into his arms as your thoughts were flooded with his. Words. Sentences. Scenes. People. Everyone and everything he'd ever thought about. He pulled out. Tried to shake you from your trance. It was no use. He shouted, cried for you, shook you physically. But one thing he said managed to pull you out of it.
"Tyr"
Your chest heaved up and down trying to catch the breath you'd lost. Eyes frantically looking around the room, making sure of your surroundings. Scrunching the bed sheets in a tight grip.
"(Y/N)! What- what happened? Are you- are you ok?"
Your brain was trying to piece things together. Your memories mixed with his.
"What was Ragnarok?"
He paused.
Face pale and white.
"You were"
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