Thor

"This meal is for the beautiful Freya!" said Thrym, and he might have said something else, but Thor had already started to eat 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 ravenously. 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.