The Loki focused in on one house just a ways down the little street. It was a quaint little two story affair with a green lawn and a picket fence. The Loki scoffed at the ridiculous cliche.
It took little effort for him to learn all there was to know about its inhabitants. Mom and dad downstairs, dinner on the stove. Little brother off at soccer practice, big brother upstairs at home, and even a dog out in a doghouse in the back. Really, it was just disgustingly suburban.
He focused a little tighter on the older brother. 15 years old, 16 later that month. Looking forward to getting his driver's license. Oh, how nice, his parents were going to surprise him with a car. A reward for good grades- ah yes, the boy is studying even now. Dutiful son.
Apple of his parents' eyes he was. Tall, athletic, well tanned and a hit with the girls, but always a gentleman. In all honesty, he was just a little shy, just enough to make him seem modest, and had locked his door when he changed after school. The Loki sneered. How he hated this Leave it to Beaver sort of fantasy, most especially when it managed to creep in to real life.
The Loki pushed at the walls of reality and started rewriting the script.