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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"You are guests here. Do no stand on ceremony. Take as much as you can eat from the pot," said Hymir expansively. The strangers were small, after all—how much could they eat? After all, the oxen were enormous.
THor said he didn't mind if he did, and he proceeded to devour two of the oxen all by himself, on after the other, leaving nothing but clean-picked bones. Then he belched in a satisfied way.
"That's a lot of food, Veor," said Hymir. "It was meant to feed us for several days. I do not think I have ever seen even a giant eat two of my oxen at once before.
"I was hungry," said Thor.