Just a Chance

Tony sighed. "I’m hard to put up with, Loki. But I don’t want someone who puts up with me. I want someone…” The words twisted in his chest guiltily.
“You think a soulmate will love you without such reservations,” Loki inferred.
“Maybe, maybe not, but there’s a higher likelihood they’d actually give me a chance,” Tony said wryly. “But then, that means finding my soulmate.”
Loki's eyes narrowed in contemplation. “Asgard may not have the soulmate phenomenon, but I am a master of spell creation. I could likely help you find your soulmate,” he said.
Tony blinked. “What?”
“It would not be hard,” Loki said. “If you have a soulmate, which I have been told that all Midgardians do, then it will have left some sort of mark on your soul, even if not on your physical person. It should not be hard to find a matching mark on someone else’s.”
The offer… It felt too good to be true.