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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In the meadow was Hymir's herd of beatufil oxen. There were giant patties of dung on the ground, with large maggots writhing and burrowing in them, but Thor avoided all of them. Instead he walked over to the biggest, most majestic, fattest of the beasts, raised his fist, and thumped it between the eyes, killing it instantly.
Thor ripped off the beast's head, placed it in his sack, and carried it down to the sea.
Hymir was in the boat. He had already cast off and was rowing out of the bay.
Thor jumped into the cold water and swam out, hauling his sack behind him. He grabbed the back of the boat with numb fingers, then hauled himself onboard, dripping with seawater, ice crusting his red beard.