#please dont judge me too harshly i just had a mental breakdown and wrote this

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Otto Octavious/Norman Osborn drabble.

Well I literally just wrote this because I had a strong crisis with this ship half an hour ago.

I have never written a fanfic before but I really just want to share this, and I hope someone enjoys it.

THERE ARE NWH SPOILERS

I really don't know how to tag this lol sorry. It doesn't have smut though, it's just some fluffy stuff.

Btw for this story I assumed that Otto and Norman didn't part on good terms before Norman's death.

Otto and Norman were lying on the bed of one of the rooms upstairs, everybody else was also resting, except maybe peter, the boy was totally determined to keep working on their cures. Both the scientists could understand him, they wanted to help to.

But after an hour or so of working Otto had started to feel dizzy, and so tired he could hardly stand up.

Norman had offered to take him upstairs to help him settle, and everybody else had decided it was time to take a nap.

Now both men found themselves cuddling, with Norman's upper back against the headboard and Otto lying half on top of him, with his head resting on the crook Norman's neck, giving the smaller man enough space so he could tangle his thin and dexterous fingers though his hair, the way he remembered Otto liked it.

The motion was so calming to the doctor that he started to drift off almost immediately, and it was soothing enough for his old boss to just distract himself by softly caressing and playing with the other man's curly locks.

(look at him, completely at your mercy, you could just take that shiny new chip and-)

Leave me alone! You don't have anything to do with this! Go away. NOW!

"Otto, honey, can you please move your arm?" the smaller man said in a sleepy voice, while tapping with his foot one of the mechanical arms that was trapping half of the lower part of his body.

Even tough Norman would always acknowledge what an amazing feast of engeneering and science those arms were, as he recently discovered, they were not so useful when trying to cuddle.

Otto just groaned slightly and did as he was asked to, his arm moving to another place where it could find stability. Otto could feel some of the warmth coming from the arm sensors slipping away, as well as a faint protest from it, which he ignored.

A wave of satisfaction ran though him both at the feeling of a caring and soft hand on his hair and the fact that he could just suppress that voice inside his head with almost no effort.

Then something came to his tired mind.

"You used to call me that a lot, becuase you tought it annoyed me."

"Yes, I remember. But you loved it, didn't you?" The smile on Norman's face got somewhat reflected on his tone, and Otto couldn't help but smile too.

"Of course I did." He vividly remembers his face heating up the first two or three times Norman called him that, because even tough he knew there was a mocking tone in his boss's words ,he desesperately hoped there was something else to it.

And there was, only that none of them would have ever admited to it.

"It sounds nice, doesn't it?" A glimpse of the life they could've had passed though both their heads for a very brief moment. Otto became a little nostalgic at the tought of memories he hadn't even had the chance to live. A regular, domestic life with Norman wouldn't have been bad at all.

"Yeah." Otto felt thin lips kissing his temple, and he suddenly felt like crying, but of course he didn't.

"I really missed you, I know we didn't part on the best terms and that it was mostly my faut and that I didn-"

Norman was interrupted by the other man getting himself to his eye level, looking at him with a tired look, a hint of annoyance to it. Their faces were so close he could perfectly see the beautiful brown of the doctor's eyes, even in the dark of the room.

"Norman, to me you have been dead for two years, two whole years I tough I would never see you again. So don't..., just don't ramble to me about what you think you should have done, 'cause I really don't care."

Norman understood, and he nodded slightly, not wanting to break the short distance between them. Otto could see the pain and the regret on Norman's eyes, he definetely didn't like that look clouding that lovely shade blue. He wanted it to go away.

So he moved a hand up, touching the side of Norman's face and slightly moving his thumb in a soothing motion.

"I missed you terribly."

Norman smiled softly, his eyes now beginning to shine somewhat differently.

(look at yourself getting all weak just because of his touch, you should be embarrassed)

please let me have this, for God's sake just let me have this once, please, please, please-

Then Norman found himself leaning forward slightly and kissing the doctor tenderly, almost afraid to scare him or make him go away like he once had.

Of course Otto reciprocated the kiss, Norman could even feel the growing smile on the other man's lips as the kiss increased in its intensity.

When they separated their lips their foreheads were still pressing against each other.

After a few puffed breaths Otto spoke again. His hand never leaving Norman's face.

"Come on Norman, try to sleep, you need it as much as I do."