Once more Loki's mindscape shifted, this time to reflect a feeling of his own, the hatred of Odin, his adoptive father. Thor, his adoptive brother, and to a lesser extend, Asgard in general. This manifested as the grand throne room. What was once gold, now was a lustreless dull grey. On the opposite end of the throne room, where one would normally see the city of Asgard from the balcony, there was a black void. Although his feelings here were his own, the Tessaract altered Loki's thoughts on the matter, this manifesting in the shadows of the throne room being blue. "I truly care not who, or what you are. You will fail, as will your conspirators."
As Tophat lingered in Loki's mind, the Tessaract began touching it as it did everything else in Loki's mind. The cosmic forces began singling it out, slowly beginning to transfer it to a mindscape of the Tessaract's own making.
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A little burden released from him, Loki regained enough of his mind to look around.