Imagine Ivar is protective of his baby sister.
"Where the hell is he!" Your crazy brother roared as he burst through the door to your bedroom, slowly stumbling in with his crutch.
"Where is who brother?" You sighed, looking up at the crazed Ivar, whilst sitting on your bed working on a dress you had been making.
"I heard voices." He said looking around the room. "Well maybe that is because I was talking to Vál." You said gesturing to my maid.
"Oh, well then continue." He said beginning to leave the room. "Hey! Why where you listening in the first place?" You growled at him before he could escape. "Someone has to keep an eye on you aye." He said before stumbling away.
(Gifs not mine)