Agree to fight the giant.

“Then that’s settled. I will fight this ugly big man, and earn my own place among all of you!” Tjorvi knew how much confidence was appreciated, so he put up a bit of a show as he let the cloak slide down his body. It revealed most of his strong torso as the beige shirt underneath was hanging open, due to a few broken buttons. Surely he had to get some new gear when actually going into battle, but the giant wasn’t wearing much more as the two of them were cheered on by the rest of the mead hall. The Vikings were excited to see this, and they started making a circle in the middle of the hall – pushing both of the men inside.

Following his quick words, he was the first to lunge forwards. Figuring this might mean he'd eat some damage, Tjorvi calculated that he'd take some to give some. And so, the athletic Farmer's boy slipped forwards and attempted to launch a curled fist at the giant's stomach, with the other attempting punch her clean across the jaw. The boy was holding nothing back, and for a bloodthirsty smile came upon his lips...

The fight was over soon. Once again, Tjorvi was groped by the giant and just tossed around. He took quite a few punches until Erling Trygg Jarl decided to put an end to it. Bruised and bloody, he decided to head home as they had agreed...

---- ENDING 1 OF THE STORY: NOTHING TO SHOW FOR ---

(I'd suggest going back or starting over to get to the real adventure.)