Hello gentlefolk! The names Munchkin-Knight and this is my first published fanfiction. It was a cute idea that decided to run onto my document. Constructive criticism is welcomed, hateful comments are not. Thank you.
When Hawke wasn't frolicking around Kirkwall, doing dangerous jobs and errands for coin, he liked knit. Not many knew of his hobby and those who did, well, they usually didn't care. Except for Carver. But he was a grumpy-gus who didn't seem to understand that Hawke liked knitting.
Hawke had started as a young boy. As an apostate with apostate family, they'd been on the run many times. Often there wasn't much a nine year old could do. So he'd watch Mother knit and listened to the familiar clack of the needles. When they had stopped for the night, he secretly grabbed a pair of needles and ball of yarn and started knitting.
At first, his creations were little more than lumps of yarn. He unraveled what he could and tried again. He never told Mother but Hawke suspected she knew.
His suspicions were confirmed, as for his birthday she had bought him his own pair of needles and a big bundle of yarn. Carver had exclaimed loudly that knitting was for girls and Bethany had pinched him in retaliation. Hawke was elated, though. He had gotten much better at knitting. With the yarn, he decided to make his Mother a scarf. Hawke would never forget the soft smile she gave him when she wrapped it around her neck, exclaiming that it was perfect.
She kept the scarf over the years and Hawke burned her body with it tied around her mutilated neck.
Over the years, Hawke had knitted a variety of items for several people. Socks, blankets, scarfs, and suchlike. He sold them, too, for extra coin.
When Hawke ended up in Kirkwall, he started donating his knitted items to Lirene. She in turn gave them to refugees in need.
When he met Anders, Hawke tentatively suggested leaving some of his crafts for sick patients to take after they'd been healed. Anders, though surprised, had agreed. In the end, Hawke ended up knitting more than a couple pairs of socks for the mage. In Anders defense, Hawke's socks were cozy.
When he met Fenris, it had taken all his willpower not to drop one his blankets over the elf's shoulders. Instead, he got Varric to distract Fenris and left a pile, wrapped nicely, on his doorstep. Let it not be said that Hawke does not care for his friends.
Somehow Fenris didn't find out that Hawke was the one who had been dropping knitted items on doorstep till years later, when he decided to stay the night at Hawke's mansion. Fenris had awoken in the middle of the night and found Hawke knitting.
At least Fenris now knew where the all the gifts kept coming from.