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In which Fenris finds the balls to tell Hawke a little more about himself by getting drunk on the last few bottles of Aggregio. 

This is my heavy embellishment of the moment when Fenris tells Hawke about his escape from Danarius. More bad flirting, sexual tension, and the story of the Red Scarf™ (you all know the one). 

Read on AO3 instead; it’s a bit long (>3000 words). 

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When Fenris finally decided to open up to Hawke, he made sure that he was drunk.

He opened the door and smiled lazily at her. “You’re just in time. There’s one last bottle of the Aggregio. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”

“You got started without me, I see?” Hawke complained as she followed him to the table. “I’m hurt. Don’t you know by now that it’s not a party until I walk through the door?”

“No party,” Fenris corrected as he uncorked the final precious bottle. He gallantly offered it to her. “It’s just the two of us.”

“Ooh. A private party with drunken Fenris? It’s like a dream come true.” She grinned as she sat at the table, then sipped from the bottle before handing it back to him. “What’s the special occasion?”

“The anniversary of my escape,” Fenris replied, then jauntily raised the bottle. “Astia valla femundis!” He sat and took a fortifying swig, and before he could lose his nerve, he planted his elbows on the table and smiled. “Care to hear the story?”

There, he thought. The hardest part was over, like ripping an arrowhead free from the flesh. Now that he’d put the offer out there, he couldn’t take it back.

Her amused little smirk slipped for a split second, replaced by a look of complete surprise. To her credit, she regrouped quickly; she sat beside him and kicked off her boots, then propped her feet up on the table as she always did. She reached for the bottle of wine and shot him a cheeky grin. “You can tell me anything you like. You know I could listen to that voice of yours all day,” she purred.

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