Ivar chuckles softly at Ruby's teasing tone. She's often like this with him, though not with everyone. He's seen her put grown men like Bjorn in their place with nothing more than a few scathing well-placed words.

Ivar tilts his head, watching Ruby closely as he often does when he is trying to figure out how to read a person, like she is a puzzle he is putting together in his head. "No," he says finally. "You're no witch. But I do wonder if you were sent by the gods." One of their messengers who reported everything back to Asgard, amusing the gods with tales of the mortals.