Thor

This was Hymir's wife, Tyr's mother. She was dressed in golden alarming; she carried two of the tiniest giant thimbles, which she had filled with beer. Thor and Tyr gripped the thimbles, which were the size of buckets, and they drank the beer with enthusiasm.

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Hymir's fortress was built of stone. Thor took the drinking cup, hefted it in both hands, then threw it with all his might against one of the granite pillars that held up the roog of the banqueting hall. There was an ear-splitting crash, and the air was filled with blinding dust.
When the dust settled, Hymir got up and walked over to what was left of the granite pillar. The cup had gone through first one pillar, then another, breaking them into tiny grahments of stone. In the rubble of the third pillar was the drinking cup, a little dusty but quite undamaged.

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Thor picked up the drinking cup. He faced the stone wall, hefted the cup once, twice, then turned swiftly on his heel and smashed the cup down on Hymir's forehead.
The fragments of the cup fell one by one on to Hymir's lap.