i HAVE to ask about the comedy of errors deity martin thing!!!!
this is one of my favorite wips currently and also one of the fandom trumps hate fics i've been working on! the fic takes place in a low fantasy world where each city/settlement has a god/gods that serve and help the community, and jon is a professor of theology at oxford who studies the gods. when his grandmother dies unexpectedly, he decides to take a sabbatical to northern scotland. he meets martin there, who's the god of the village, but jon doesn't realize that he is and martin doesn't know that jon doesn't know that he's a god, and that's where the comedy of errors comes in lol. it's shaping up to be a very fun fic, and i'm excited to write the ending (which is still,,, a ways away lol)
here's a (long-ish) excerpt:
Jon has come to the unfortunate conclusion that he has a neighbor. It would, perhaps, be more fortunate if it were somebody Jon only ever saw from a distance, or maybe somebody he encountered once or twice and exchanged brief pleasantries with before moving on with his day.
Instead, Jon sees the man who pets the cows every. Single. Time he leaves the cabin. If Jon didn’t know any better, he’d think the man specifically structures his day around when Jon plans to visit the village or go for a walk or venture beyond the four walls of the little wooden cottage for longer than a few minutes.
(That would be … it would be absurd, right? Yes, that would be ridiculous. It must be Jon’s terrible, horrible, rotten luck.)
In truth, the man isn’t … that bad. He’s nice, giving Jon a friendly greeting every time they see one another. He still hasn’t introduced himself, which is unfortunate, because ‘the man who pets the cows’ is altogether too long a name to keep calling him in the privacy of Jon’s own thoughts and too embarrassing a name to ever say aloud, especially to the man in question. He asks Jon about his day, whether he’s enjoying the weather and ‘if he has any requests.’ (Lord, and people say Jon’s sense of humor is bad.) In theory, it should be nice.
Instead, annoyance claws at the back of Jon’s throat every time he sees the man who pets the cows. Because there weren’t supposed to be neighbors, and there especially weren’t supposed to be neighbors who ask inane questions and make strange and overly personal comments (Jon bristles when the man comments that ‘your houseplants could do with a bit more sun, you know,’ and he bristles even more when he realizes that the man is right) and who won’t leave you alone to the peace and quiet you so desperately need.
So, yes. Jon, unfortunately, has a neighbor.