Loki

"So this is the most beautiful woman in the world? Doesn't look much to me. And when she picked up her skirts, it seemd to me that her ankles were as thick as small tree trunks."
"A trick of the light. She is the most beautiful of all the gods," said the maiden who was Loki smoothly. "When he veil comes off, I promise you will be struck down by her beauty. Now, where is her froom? Where is the wedding feats? She is so eager for this, I have barely been able to restrain her."

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"What if he wants me to sit next to him?" whispered Thor to Loki.
"You have to sit next to him. That's where the bride sits."
"But he might try and put his hand on my leg," Thor whispered urgently.
"I'll sit between you," said Loki. "I'll tell him it's our custom."
Thrym sat at the head of the table, and Loki sat next to him, with Thor at the next seat on the bench.

[...]

"This meal is for the beautiful Freya!" said Thrym, and he might have said something else, but Thor had already started to aet and to drink, and it would have been ruse for Thyrm to have talked while the bride-to-be was eating.
A tray of pastries for the womenfolk was placed in front of Loki and Thor. Loki carefully picked out the smallest pastry,. Thor just as carefully swept the rest of the pastries up, and they vanished, to the sound of munching, under the veil. The other women, who had been looking at the pastries hungrily, glared, disappointed at the beautiful Freya.
But the beautiful Freya had not even begun to eat.
Thor ate a whole ox, all by himself. He ate seven entire salom, leaving nothing but the bones. Each time a tray of pastries was brought to him, he devoured all the fancies and pastries on it, leaving all the other women hungry. Sometimes Loki would kick him under the table, but Thor ignored every kick and just kept eating.
Thrym tapped Loki on the shoulder. "Excuse me," he said. "But the lovely Freya has just polished off her third cask of mead."
"I'm sure she has," said the maiden who was Loki.
"Amazing. I've never seen any woman eat so raveously. Never seen any woman eat so much, or drink so much mead."
"There is," said Loki, "an obvious explanation." He took and deep breath and watched Thor inhale another whole salmon and pull a salmon skeleton out from under his veil. It was like watching a magic trick. He wondered what the obvious explanation was.
"That makes eight salmon she's eaten," said Thrym.
"Eight days and eight nights!" said Loki suddenly.
"She hasn't eaten for eight days and eight nights, she was so keen to come to the land of the giants and make love to her new husband. Now she is in your presence, she is finally eating again." The maiden turned to Thor. "it's so good to see you eating again, my dear!" she said.
Thor glared at Loki from beneath the veil.
"I should kiss her," said Thrym.
"I wouldn't advise it. Not yet," said Loki, but Thrym had already leaned over and was making kissing noises. With one juge hand he reached for Thor's veil. The maiden who was Loki put of her arm to stop him, but it was too late. Thrym had already stopped making kissing noises and had sprung back, shaken.
Thrym tapped the maiden who was Loki on the shoulder. "Can I talk with you?" he said.
"Of course."
They got up and walked across the hall.
"Why are Freya's eyes so . . .  so terrifying?" asked Thrym. "IT seemed as if there was a fire burning inside them. Those weren't the eyes of a beautiful woman!"
"Of course not," said the maiden who was Loki smnoothly. "You wouldn't expect them to be. She hasn't slept for eight days and eight nights, mighty Thrym. She was so consumed by love for you that she dared no sleep, she was so mad to taste your love. She's burning up inside for you! That's what you're seeing in those eyes. Burning passion."
"Oh," said Thrym. "I see." He smiled, and licked his lips with a tounge bigger than a human pillow.