A.N.: a small piece of fluff. Someone asked how long it's been with all the time skips; Kagome has been on Asgard for roughly 250 years

Up until the moment she'd fallen down the Bone Eater's well on her 15th birthday, Kagome's life had actually been fairly typical.

And as a young, typical girl, Kagome had spent her fair share of hours daydreaming about her future wedding.

Would she have a traditional Japanese wedding? Would she forgo tradition and have a western wedding? Would she blend both ideas into something special and unique? She had plenty of time to figure it out and imagining all the ways she could bring about that "special day" was a fun way for a little girl to pass the time.

And then she'd fallen down the well and fallen in love with a half demon boy from feudal Japan. If she'd gotten her way back then, marriage and weddings were going to look very different from her previously modern daydreams.

And then her world and life had changed again.

Now she actually had a real wedding looming, an actual ceremony meant to seal her in marriage to another person, and it was nothing like she'd ever thought it might be.

It wasn't just that she had Asgardian wedding culture to contend with, she was marrying a prince. She would be having a full on royal wedding, and she had absolutely no point of reference for how to plan something of that magnitude of importance. So, she let her betrothed and her mother-in-law handle it. She had every say in flowers and menus and silks, but she left the ritual of it all to the experts.

And experts they were. Loki always brought her along when it was time to plan or work something out, but she often just took the step back and watched mother and son hammer out details and fuss over imperfections.

They were so alike in their dedication to perfection, style, drama... it was endlessly endearing to witness.

She picked up on of the long stemmed flowers laid out on the table and twirled it around, watching the colors in its petals whirl together into a soft, peachy cream, and it triggered a memory.

Her grandfather, spending endless days in his store houses, counting his treasure over and over. She remembered being very young and following him out there, listening with big round eyes and all the curiosity of a child as he'd take out each priceless piece, show it to her, tell her it's history. One thing that hadn't really piqued her interest so much, but meant very much to him, was an antique San San Kudo set glazed in this very shade of pale peach. It was lovely, but plain, so she hadn't found it near as nice to look at as some of the other things he had, but he'd told her how it had been used at his wedding when he'd married her grandmother, her father and mother had used it, and he couldn't wait till he could see her and then later her brother use it as well.

She blinked a few thin tears from her eyes and sat up, her unexpected sniffle drawing the attention and concern of her newfound family.

"Kagome? What's wrong?"

She waved off Loki's concern and smiled.

"I... I have a request."

"Of course my girl, it is your wedding after all." Frigga replied with a sweet expectant smile.

"I know that this isn't a regular wedding, I am marrying the prince after all," she said shyly, looking down at her hands which twisted at some of her dress fabric. "There are a lot of things we'll have to do that I have no clue about and that's fine. But I just, if it's alright, there's something from my culture I'd like to try and incorporate."

Loki gently grazed his knuckles against her cheek and she leaned into his touch.

"Anything darling. Name it."

"Okay, well, in Japanese weddings we have this thing called San San Kudo. It's a ceremonial drinking of sake out of a special set of cups. We do it during the ceremony as a way to seal the couple getting married. I would really love it if we could fit it in."

Frigga and Loki looked at each other and she could see the wheels turning between them. She grinned and sat back, knowing it would be best to leave it all to them.

"We'd have to shuffle a couple of things but it can certainly be done, something like this is too important."

"Indeed mother, there are even a few things we could leave out entirely."

"And we have more than enough time to commission these special cups. Kagome darling, can you draw us a diagram?"

"Of course. One last thing," she picked the flower back up and rolled the stem through her fingers again, making the mottled colors of the petals blur back into that soft, solid peach. "Can they be this color?"

Loki plucked the flower from her fingers and dropped a kiss onto the top of her head.

"Anything you want."