He prefers being called a Frost Giant. Not only was it partially true - but giants are big. And Halbjorn takes a certain amount of pride in also being big - for a five year old, anyway.
Seeing the bucket of burning pitch, he begins tearing up the stones in the walkway to fling at the windows and into the house, trying to stop the dishwater... burning pitch... either, really, from being dumped on him. He has no substitute for a catapult, but the idea comes across, anyway, as he tries to hit the bucket - and probably ends up hitting some other things in the house with thrown stones in the process.
"Thine hall wilt be mine! If thou surrenderest now, puny little god, I wilt allow thee to live on as a serving wench!"
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