Thor sat at the table beside Tyr and picked up a lump of charred whalemeat and chewed it resentfully. The giants were raucous and loud, and now were ignoring him.Tyr’s mother leaned over to fill Thor’s cup with beer. “You know,” shesaid quietly, “my husband has a very hard head. He’s stubborn and thick-skulled.”“They say the same of me,” said Thor.“No,” she said, as if she were talking to a small child. “He has a veryhard head. Hard enough to break even the toughest of cups.”Thor drained his beer. It really was the best beer he had ever tasted. Hestood up and walked over to Hymir. “Can I try again?” he asked.The giants in the hall all laughed at this, and none of them laughedlouder than Hymir.“Of course you can,” he said.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 onto Hymir’s lap.

Hymir and Thor’s Fishing Expedition